I learned at an early age that I was given something special when I was born, and that was the gift of music.
quote by Randy Bachman
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Sharing The Ultimate Gift
I want to share a special gift with you that God has given to me,
This gift like most others that you will receive is absolutely free.
However unlike other gifts that you may have received in the past,
This special gift and this one alone through all eternity will last.
Although you can't see this gift, it's the greatest you can receive,
This gift is not in a box, but in the heart of all those who believe.
And even though this gift is one of a kind and very special indeed,
You'll surely want to give this gift away as soon as it is received.
Don't be concerned about giving away something you didn't use,
For God said “Blessed are the feet of those who bring good news.”
This gift will surprise you on the day you decide to give it away,
You won't feel any loss at all with more to give the following day.
My friend you will be Eternally Grateful when you finally choose,
To truly embrace but give away this gift that you can never lose.
By now you know this gift is none other than Jesus Christ the Lord,
And your faithful sharing of this gift, by Him, will not be ignored.
For our Great Blessed Hope, who through the ages many have adored,
At His return will bring to all His faithful, an Everlasting Reward.
So the next gift you receive and think you'll treasure forevermore,
Remember that the only truly lasting gift is Jesus Christ The Lord.
(Copyright © 12/2002)
Conjuring
I am too early;
you have not met me yet.
I am isolated from my future
where you live.
I am too early;
you have not yet
learned to love me.
You don't know my smile;
I am not yet
even born
in your eyes;
but I still want you to love me
Is that silly?
Perhaps.
But, maybe it can be;
after all this is my dream.
I lie in bed
dreaming you now
bringing you here
into my bed
you don't have to exist
to be here
I can hear
you sigh.
You don't have to exist
except here
now
in my bed
that is enough..
I am not too early;
all I have to do
is turn out the lights
and get my position
right;
and I can conjure you up.
.
Too early?
No,
too late.
Don't want you
to have to
wait.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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For whatever reason, not all people are born with the particular gift of being able to express ourselves through music. And, believe me, it is a gift.
quote by Billy Joel
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Shine On
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
The darkest night can be made light
By one bright word or smile
If wed put on our neighbors shoes
And choose to walk a mile
God gave us all our own free will
To choose the paths we take
No greater deed could eer be done
Than for anothers sake
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, for all to see
Gods light inside your soul
Shine on, shine on, let love flow free
Warm others in its glow
Shine on, shine on, shine on
So hide it not or it will fade
Shine on, shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on, shine on
The greatest gift, the gift of life
The gift of love divine
God gave us all a special gift
He meant for it to shine
Shine on, shine on, shine on
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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With An Acceptance To Acknowledge
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
Mistakes I have made.
And not one did I excuse.
I admit I have a low tolerance for weepers.
Perhaps I understand them too much.
I have yet to witness the sharing of sorrows,
Mend anything to become productive.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
But the loneliness of doing that alone,
I abandoned to socialize with others.
Needless to say...
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
Early in my life,
I learned to navigate.
And appreciate what I initiated.
With an acceptance to acknowledge,
Some lessons learned should never be abandoned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women
(from a song)
Perhaps I was born kneeling,
born coughing on the long winter,
born expecting the kiss of mercy,
born with a passion for quickness
and yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockade
or taken out, the fume of the enema.
By two or three I learned not to kneel,
not to expect, to plant my fires underground
where none but the dolls, perfect and awful,
could be whispered to or laid down to die.
Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,
and been altogether what I always was—
a woman of excess, of zeal and greed,
I find the effort useless.
Do I not look in the mirror,
these days,
and see a drunken rat avert her eyes?
Do I not feel the hunger so acutely
that I would rather die than look
into its face?
I kneel once more,
in case mercy should come
in the nick of time.
poem by Anne Sexton
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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One Gift
(McDonaldHarrisIngram)
So many will worry
On this christmas day
But many just goes so far anyway
When the shopping is over
It's all said and done
The story's the same for everyone
'cause one gift
Already given that will stand the test of time
Love and mercy
Sweet forgiveness
A gift from god the father to all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
Christmas is special
The time that we share
The joy and the music fill the air
But let us remember
The message is clear
He sent us a savior to draw us near
With one love
From the beginning
That will span the rest of time
A child is born to a world that lies waiting
To prove our father's love for all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
This good news
The greatest gift we share
So let us have no fear
As we sing hallelujah
'cause one gift
Already given
That will stand the test of time
Love and mercy
Sweet forgiveness
A gift from god the father to all mankind
Hallelujah
[Repeat]
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Christmas At Its Best
To know Christmas at its best, you must come to Christ and rest,
Far from that weary holiday time, into that Light, which is sublime,
For a real meaning to this season, one with a true spiritual reason,
Beyond the songs this world sings, to The Lord of Eternal Things.
Away from all that holiday rush, God brings upon the soul a hush,
Quieting both the heart and mind, to find that gift of another kind,
This really is that special gift, not gained by one’s shopping thrift,
The Gift provided by God’s Grace, one in which you gain by faith.
Men only need to rest and pause, ignoring trees and Santa Claus,
Looking for the deeper meaning, as they seek a spiritual gleaning,
From the unmatched Gift of love, presented by The Father above,
As He presented to men His Son, the Gift from God for everyone.
The Gift of God’s Son Jesus Christ, truly changes a receiver’s life,
Unlike any other gift on this earth, Christ gives to one a New Birth,
Born Again of The Spirit of God, while present on this earthly sod,
Born from above into God’s Family, not for a season but eternally.
Not only does God offer us rest, but, the Gift of Christ is the best,
His Gift, not available in a store, offers the receiver so much more,
Unlike all gifts from seasons past, the Lord’s Gift will eternally last,
For when in Christ you do believe, eternal life with Him you receive.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.
poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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In My Uniqueness
i am so special
i am so special
i am a winner
not a loser
a conqueror, born to conquer
from zero, to a hero
from nothing, to something
nobody, to somebody
from grass, to grace
came out of darkness
to show my ways
my God created me special
i am so special
heavenly king, i will reign
power over sorrow
and from pain
good in name
and of fame
good in spirit
and in mind
one of it kind
you will never, ever find
i am so special
so so special
poem by Matt Ancient
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Music Alone Shall Live
Music is my friend
when I am lonely
music is the one and only
thing that never ends
Music lives everywhere
can't escape it
can't replace it
Music is my life to me
music is what it is and will always be
Music is your strength
when you are weak
Music is your hope
when you are bleak
Music is made to be played
to fade
to serenade
Music is the gift everyone should give
music alone shall live
poem by U. Ashley Ogonor
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Music
Music is an art
Music is presided over by the Muses
Music combines sounds in a pleasing way
Music has common elements.
Music has pitch and melody
Music has harmony and rhythm
Music has tempo and meter
Music has sonic qualities of timbre.
Music is euphony or sweet sound
Music has harmonious qualities
Music is inspirational
Music opens the soul.
Music is energizing
Music is enriching
Music makes one happy
Music is relaxing.
Music is soothing
Music is entertainment
Music is lovable
Music is stirring.
Music moves one to tears
Music gives a spark
Music tunes a special memory
Music is a form of therapy.
Music fills with spiritual attunement
Music is a personal experience
Music takes us along the road of life
Music is the corner stone of every society.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Music Box
On her dresser sat a music box.
It had been there for many a year.
Given to her by her special one
and now it brought a tear.
For the song it played was as old as she
and she was eighty-three.
Surprisingly it had never worn down
and she'd wind it everyday
It brought to mind the very first time
that she'd ever heard it play.
It was on a Christmas Eve he came
and handed her his gift.
She opened it up and saw the box
and she saw his smile lift.
He took her hand as the music played and held her in his arms.
Hummimg and swaying silently, enjoying all her charms.
Inside the box was his gift to her,
the gift she wore with pride.
It was on her finger for 50 years
and ever since he died.
Now every morn when she opened it
she pictured the scene again.
She prayed the wind-up spring would last
until her days were done.
For there'd never be a treasure like this,
never another one.
And so this morning she opened it
and swayed as she heard the sound.
She touched it softly and said his name
as if he were still around.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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We learned pretty early on in this band that you can't have snobbery in music.
quote by Mike Shinoda
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Just Another Useless Gift Given
Everyone is born with a gift.
But not too many realize,
Having a gift without initiative...
Motivation and drive,
With discipline and sacrifice...
To see that gift thrive to heights,
Is just another useless gift given...
One takes for granted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music Is Our Special Reserve
Think of a song without any tune,
It's like a forest without any birds,
Think of our Earth without the Moon,
Or a poem without any words.
We all know a song we love to hate,
Yet when heard it can still make us sing,
That's the power of music we just cannot wait,
To feel the joy those lyrics can bring.
We all have classics which forever remain,
As a memory which we'll never forget,
Is it lyrics or melody, the happiness or pain,
It can be joy or perhaps even regret.
The written word can and will cause you grief,
You will find some can also unnerve,
On the other hand song can bring such relief,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ''
The sign of a song that will forever endure,
Is the way some can bring you to tears,
It can also bring joy with it's special allure,
Within it's music you feel you belong.
Those lyrics remain in our memories store,
The tunes we will never forget,
They'll remain in our hearts forever more,
When they're played our appetites are whet.
There are songs that make the whole world jive,
They're the ones that are special to us all,
They can wake you up make you feel more alive,
That's the magic of the musical stall.
Listen to the messages contained in a song,
They are wonderful things to preserve,
By enjoying your music good times you'll prolong,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music can and will have a positive effect
It allows feelings to come shining through,
Those lyrics will give you the time to reflect.
Make you aware of what music can do,
We all want to leave a legacy of hope,
So words written that come from the soul,
Can allow us to heal and help us to cope,
They can once again make someone whole.
To the writers and singers whose music we love,
For each message that your song imparts,
Shows us your talents are a gift from above,
We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
So lets all salute them and give them our praise,
It's a tribute which they truly deserve,
We thank you for your music as our glasses we raise,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Born To Rocknroll
If music be the food of love then play on
Lend me your ears as I lay down this song
Youre touched by the feeling-its hard to control
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
Some people want to fight- some people want to fly
Others live for pleasure-even do or die
Some are born to power-try to save a soul
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
Some people are born to money
Privileged all their days
Never had a problem-never had to pay
But I dont have a doubt about the feeling in my soul
Let me tell you people
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
(instrumental)
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
It may sound a little absurd
But I was born to spread the word
Got the music in my soul
I was born to rocknroll
Born to rocknroll
I was born to rocknroll
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Everybody Is Very Best In Something
Everybody is born with a special talent,
So don't give up your dreams so easily;
Like a talent from above to fulfil a message.
Everybody is born with a gift,
And our life-sytle lies in our own hands;
For everybody has a purpose on this earth too.
Everybody is very best in something,
So we must be ready to exhibit our various talents;
Knowing that, everybody is very best at something.
Nobody on this earth is born useless,
So pick up your mantle and make a change to all;
Like the 'munite-man' to show off his stuff.
So show your talents to the world,
And show your identity to us all;
For everybody is very best at something.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Music can tell a story
I hear the music
Music is love
Music is life
Music can tell a story
Music cheers
But also brings memories
What's so special about music?
When I listen to music it takes me'
to another world.
Music is my passion
Music soothes the soul
Music can take away the pain
Our life is music.
Music inspires me
The music flows through me
Do you hear it?
The beats of music.
Come dance with me tonight.
Maria Luisa Taylor
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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For My Boys - Dedicated to Brendan & Christopher
My life changed the day,
You came into this world.
The life that I knew,
Became unfurled.
In held you so close.
I looked in your eyes.
The joy that I felt.
And the tears filled my eyes.
My finger you took.
You grasped with your hand.
For your life I would fight.
For your dreams I would stand.
I then took you home.
My sweet little boy.
You were God's special gift.
My bundle of joy.
Time it passed on.
You started to talk.
Then within a few weeks.
Your first steps you did walk.
The first day of school.
It was then I did know.
One day I would have to,
Let my special gift go.
You scored your first goal.
Mom and I were so proud.
We cheered for you son.
We praised you so loud.
Time it marched on,
You had your first date.
You were growing so fast.
Time does not wait.
Then you drove the car.
You drove it away.
I remembered the little ones.
In which you used to play.
Now off to college.
My boys now a man.
I can't help to remember.
The day it began.
Then you fell in love.
You walked down the aisle.
The future you'd have.
Made mom and me smile.
Your first child was born
Now you and your wife.
Had your special gift.
And your reason for life.
I remember the Christmas.
That we had that year.
New memories to cherish.
The old ones still dear.
But I just want to tell you.
The days that I miss.
Toys in the rec room.
That sweet good night kiss.
Prayers before bedtime.
Watching my angels sleep.
These are the moments.
In my heart I do keep.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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