God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.
God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this. Let me straighten after pain, As a tree straightens after the rain, Shining and lovely again. God,… - Grace Noll Crowell
God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this. Let me straighten after pain, As a tree straightens after the rain, Shining and lovely again. God,…
- Grace Noll Crowell
If but one message, I may leave behind, One single word of courage for my kind, It would be this Oh, brother, sister, friend, Whatever life may bri… - Grace Noll Crowell
If but one message, I may leave behind, One single word of courage for my kind, It would be this Oh, brother, sister, friend, Whatever life may bri…
How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your love has meant to me, all that your friendship spells? There is no word,… - Grace Noll Crowell
How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your love has meant to me, all that your friendship spells? There is no word,…
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one d… - Grace Noll Crowell
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us hold close one d…
Home may be near, Home may be far - But it is anywhere love And a few plain household treasures are. - Grace Noll Crowell
Home may be near, Home may be far - But it is anywhere love And a few plain household treasures are.
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing. - Grace Noll Crowell
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing.
The day will bring some lovely thing. - Grace Noll Crowell
The day will bring some lovely thing.
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that fl… - Grace Noll Crowell
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that fl…
Let me come in when you are weeping, friend, and let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand. - Grace Noll Crowell
Let me come in when you are weeping, friend, and let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand.
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