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The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God's heart in a Garden Than anywhere else on earth.   Dorothy Frances Blomfield Gurney 1858-1932 When you grow a garden you grow yourself. I've dreamed many dreams that never came true I've seen them vanish at dawn, but I've realized enough of my dreams, thank God, to make me want to dream on. I've prayed many prayers when no answer came, though I waited patient and long, but answers have come to enough of my prayers to make me keep praying on. I've trusted many a friend that failed and left me to weep alone, but I've found enough of my friends true blue, to make me keep trusting on. I've sown many seeds that fell by the way, for the birds to feed upon, but I've held enough golden sheaves in my hands, to make me keep sowing on. I've drained the cup of disappointment and pain and gone many ways without song, but I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life to make me want to live on. What God intends for us goes far beyond anything we can  imagine. Life is too short for grievances, For quarrels and for tears, What's the use of wasting Precious days and precious years? If there is something to forgive, Forgive without delay. Maybe you were partly to blame, So make it up tody. Be generous - forget the past And take the broader view, Cast away all bitterness and Let the sun shine through. If it is within your power A broken heart to mend, Remember love is really all That matters... in the end. Love is all that really matters... in the end.   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)