Your Gift
Every night
going to bed,
I pray
for another
box of dream
In the dream
I receive
a gift
Your gift
Is larger
than words
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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The Gift You Are
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album, and has also been released on the stonehaven sunrise, the gift you are and the john denver
Ction - annies song albums.
Imagine a month of sundays
Each one a cloudy day
Imagine the moment the sun came shining through
Imagine that ray of sunshine as you
Remember your darkest hour
With dawn still far away
Remember the way that you longed for mornings light
And think of yourself as a candle in the night
Make believe this is the first day
Everything all brand new
Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star
And then understand the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you
You are the promise of all the ages
You are the prodigal son
You are the vision of prophets and sages
You are the only one
Dream of a bright tomorrow
Know that your dream will come true
Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar
Then you will know the kind of gift you are
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of spring
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
Like the very first breath of springtime
The gift you are
All the joy that love can bring
The gift you are
All of our dreams come true - yes they do
The gift you are
The gift of you
The gift you are
The gift of you
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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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)
Sent the Same Gift
They all were sent the same gift.
Very few of them recognized it...
For what it was!
Since they were accustomed,
To entertain their limitations.
Some took the gift and respected it.
And they became lifted...
By the feeling they got from it.
And they knew it for what it was.
Becoming grateful it had been given!
Others dismissed it with disrespect.
And lived lives beset by conflicts and regret.
As the gift just sat.
Gleaming in the midst...
Of an environment rusting.
Surrounded,
By a distrusting and weakened people.
Taught they were...
To pray and receive on their knees.
And there they stayed,
Seeking!
As the gift observed this,
And laughed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's A Gift
Life’s a gift for you to send
Life’s a gift for god to end
Life’s a gift now you’re with me
Life’s a gift for all to see
Life’s a gift when love is true
Life’s a gift when times look blue
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift even if UN just
Life’s a gift a ray of sun
Life’s a gift though your heads held to a gun
Life’s a gift when its handed on a tray
Life’s a gift even though it’s always on display
Life’s a gift it’s hard to understand how
Life’s a gift so take advantage of it now
poem by SharonAnn Dawson
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As Santa Claus receives my gift
every child's dream is to receive, a gift from Santa Claus,
no matter what gift, as long its from the Santa of christmas
time
it's always a dream of every Mommy's and Daddy's at this
season, that in every wishes they hope may come true, the
lola's and lolo's comes and find meaning seeing their
wonderful grand-sons and grand-daughters, showered with
gifts of candies, beautiful dresses, chocolates and etc.
its Santa's Day, and its my happy day, i waited so long that
special day will come, and i'm so delighted of giving by gift
to the one that brings every hearts into a very special moment
of each families
as i wrapped, my gift, my heart ask, whether this simple
token i give, be accepted to his heart, folded it with golden
blue color and a lace with red that makes my gift to
special to see
exactly 12: 00 o'clock, midnight the Santa Claus i always idolized,
and dream off, have just come down from his sleigh, immediately
i meet him, and he knows me, he calls my name 'tony'. i smiled
and told him, that i'm very, very happy, at the same time giving
my gift to him, my Santa Claus replied, thank you
as he opened the gift, he notice, that my eyes look at him, with
a smiling face, just i want to emote myself, i know i can control
my emotion at that time, a little silent left on my lips, as he laugh
at me, hoh..hoh...hoh...you wrote me a letter?
My Santa Claus, pose in a second as he read the dedication
on the top of the gift, a simple inquiry and a little question,
why, until....' TODAY '.... you are alone...and nobody dare
to follow your footsteps......
..... this very moment my gift is not yet open.... please open it...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dreams (Inspired-Desire from Visions in the Night)
Is it just a dream - to dream?
Or can one intelligently
And with honest hope inquire:
' What does a dream, truly mean? '
Is the dream given or allowed
To each their own,
Or across the masses to the crowd?
From God, or the soul,
How to be certain, how to know?
From Heaven's throne, or from the depth's of the human mind?
For one alone, or all mankind?
Shall we be allowed arcanumly to know
Just some of what was missed
From afar, through a dim glimpse?
Could it all possibly be
From somewhere beyond us all,
An endless soft echo
In a very old call?
One that is only to be heard
When the mind has settled quiet,
Into the time when the soul alone gathers words?
Or,
Is the dream as gift given
Hope to arouse and awaken.......
Hope for what awaits
Just out of sight, right beyond Heaven's open gates,
Thus in meager human faith
Tis meant true expectancy to create.......
If it really is more
Than just a dream - to dream,
Then perchance it is nothing less than vision,
A guiding gift given
Part of a much larger plan
Beyond the sight of man,
Originating from the Being
Within everything.
From whence and why
Do this querulous questions arise?
I know not for certain
I can only here in simple words
Ponder upon them,
And the mysterious reason they return
Again and again.
It would surely seem
Dreamy sights travel mostly by nights'
With perhaps a scent of mystery, of the once was, and the yet to be.
Or maybe they just come with a comforting thought
And the sweet peace it may have here to us brought.
Sleepy dreams
Like stars throughout the night,
Constant dark companions
Never to be touched
Nor fully known,
Not even the reason -if there be one-
To be wholly shown;
Yet, faithfully there,
Even if their purpose we are unaware.
A story possibly to show
Given from the Story-Teller
Who wrote them on our hearts
So long ago;
For now we sit in exile,
This temporary land to last only a little while;
Some messages may very well be sent
With a reason to behold,
One that surely must come
From the great Ages of old,
Even if shrouded in a fallen translation,
Tis still our story, everyone's story,
Even my story,
Waiting, and so wanting to be told.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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A Gift Of Love
Here in this sighlent night
Now all the world is right
As if we'sundenley been giving
A gift of love
A gift of love
Warm as the fire glow
Soft as the falling snow
A pre..... micael we live in
This wonder of a gift of love
Night falls
At this coldest time of the year
Love calls
Here where I love you so
Now as our blessings grow
We shear the greatest gift we'll ever know
A gift of love
A gift of love
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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A Gift From Me To You
I am sending you all
a gift for Christmas.
The gift isn’t big at all,
but when it blossoms,
it is the biggest gift of all.
It comes with love and hugs
that are just for you to keep
for a rainy day
to chase the blues away.
You won’t see the gift
as it is invisible to see,
but you will know its there
and everyone will see.
You see the gift
I am giving you for Christmas
is something from the heart.
It is too big
to fit in any box.
The gift is the gift of friendship,
the most precious treasure
I can give,
it comes from a loving heart
for as long as I may live.
So please accept my gift
as it comes from me to you.
poem by David Harris
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Dance with Gift
Dance with gift
God gave me this gift
this love
this life
this passion
The passion to dance
When I dance for Gods people
my brothers and sisters
Im showing them the glory
of are God are savior
When i dance i feel
this burning feeling in my body
waiting for me to go crazy
I slitly close my eyes and dream
that im dancing with a gift
a gift of God
poem by Kathy Azanon
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Gift
There are many gifts;
we give one another,
but the greatest gift
anyone can receive
is the gift of unconditional love.
It comes in many forms
from that which we give our partner
and that which we give our friends.
We receive it readily
always never trying to abuse
the trust that comes with it
when we receive
the greatest gift
of unconditional love.
10 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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A True Gift to God
Love for humanity,
is true gift to GOD.
save environment,
is true gift to GOD.
always speaks the truth,
is true gift to GOD.
having no lust for money,
is true gift to GOD.
bounty love,
is true gift to GOD.
no discrimination,
is true gift to GOD,
be honest what you are doing,
is true gift to GOD.
be polite to others,
is true gift to GOD.
help others,
is TRULY TRULY a true gift to GOD.
poem by Suniya Garg
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A Secret Untold
I’ve got a secret.
A secret untold.
A secret I have never told anyone.
Do you want to hear my secret?
I’ve got a sacred dream.
A dream vision for sacred life.
I believe in happiness.
I believe happiness is the greatest gift.
The greatest gift anyone can bestow upon another.
I want to give the gift of happiness.
I want to give the gift of happiness to the destitute.
I want to bestow happiness upon suffering souls.
Upon all suffering souls, unhappy, alone, unloved.
I want to heal the world.
I want to heal future generations unborn.
I want to heal with healing words of love.
The word is my gift.
The written word can open windows into the mind.
The written word can heal with gifts of infused love.
With truth, love, wisdom, life lessons revealed.
Words may attain the power to reveal life.
Words may reveal images attesting life lessons.
Words may reveal values advancing visions yet unattained.
Words may reveal realities exalting in love peace harmony.
Love peace harmony for all sacred humanity.
For all sacred life is a reality humanity must treasure attain.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Releasing and Receiving Gladness
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
If I expressed to you my love,
I'm returning what I receive.
I know this may sound crazy to you...
But I 'feel' you...
And every thought with me you leave!
When I project my wishes,
For you to have the best...
I want you to receive that as if a gift.
A gift accepted,
From me you get!
My thoughts are quite mental...
Not physically confined!
You are there inside my heart.
And in my mind,
There you are all the time!
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
And when I close my eyes,
I surround you with happiness.
You may not hear my voice at all,
But I am there...
Sharing my peace,
And releasing and receiving gladness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gift
a living treasure that everybody wish, a pleasure
that each one desire to reach, an innate passion
that return where it belongs
leaving all alone is but a new way of knowing what
the world drifted the vessel of immortality of its
existence, nay apace the angels of heaven, but
elude the sting of what is death whose own
happiness shout the joy of what life had achieve
what is bought is not worth to receive, and what is
given is of everything to cherish the essence of a
gift, it’s a heart that gives and the spirit that receive
of nothingness to repay
priceless recompense makes the whole world see
the value of what is given, a gift that never tells the
head and only the heart that feels the wonderful
spirit of acceptance every souls remised
take it, for a gift is a gift unless it is freely shared to
any one who believes that life is a gift to salute
the beginning of what is the origin of everything, a
venue to live that life is gift to give until it leaves
nothing to remember
that you are what you are, who exist......amongst
every lives TODAY
poem by Antonio Liao
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Today... 'The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift
God's Unspeakable Gift descended down from heaven
when from the Father of Lights to earth it was given.
The Giver of Every Good and Perfect Gift shows
no variation and no shadow of turning knows.
For every good and perfect gift comes from above
and is bestowed upon men from the Father of Love.
With His arms outstretched reaching out to all who believe
He brings the gift of forgiveness for us to receive.
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I dream my own dream
When I dream of love,
I dream about you..
When I dream about happiness,
I dream about my families..
When I dream of pain,
I dream about all the sadness inside me..
When I dream of horror,
I dream about the nightmare that would
wake me up in the middle of night..
When I dream about the death,
I dream myself crying in sleep..
When I dream a dream,
I dream all those thing
that are real and not real..
I dream about all the thing
that are in my mind,
I dream about all the thing
that I desire for..
I dream my own dream..
poem by Heather Moyer
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Dreams
We go to bed with a dream,
We get up with a dream.
All our life we strive for a dream.
All our life we dream.
It’s beautiful to live with a dream,
Though sometimes we suffer.
There are moments we scream
And life seems to be a tougher.
We all dream to achieve a goal.
Our dream is an elixir of longevity.
It’s an elixir for our undying soul,
It’s Gods gift and His charity.
The one who can dream survive,
A dream widens the world,
That one always feels alive.
Inside the brain a dream unfurls.
Calendars are just ruthless,
But we are still proud of our age.
Even being toothless (ha ha)
We dream to perform on a stage.
The book of life I cherish,
I try to reach my dream.
My soul makes it garish
And strive for another dream.
May be my dream won’t come true
As devil hurts sometimes
But the beautiful picture I drew
Will be the bells chimes.
So, dream, my dear friend,
Up to the last breath, up to the end!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
February 15,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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No Thanks Is Needed
It is a good feeling
when you help someone in distress,
impart on them the knowledge
that you have gained.
You feel a great satisfaction
and no thanks is needed.
You are doing something
we should all do at times,
holding out our hand and helping another.
Each of us has been given a gift
and it is how we use that gift
which is the important thing.
If we use that gift
to import happiness into someone’s life
making them feel better within themselves.
How wonderful we feel
whenever they smile with satisfaction
knowing they have done something
to make a dream come true.
We need no thanks for this,
as it is what everyone should do.
Holding out a helping hand
no matter how far it has to stretch
and we can then rest on these words.
Do onto others, as you would
have them do onto you.
7 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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If I Had The Gift To Inspire You With Heroic Words
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that I do not fear death
And that against Time and its ruins
I will stand strong to the end-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would tell you that at the hardest times the darkest times
One’s inner light must light the way again-
I would tell you that beyond every inhumane cruel challenge
Can come your most saving action-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say that we need not ever be afraid of anyone or anything again-
But I do not have the gift and I do not have such courage-
I have only the examples of others more heroic than me
That seem to come from another universe
And have powers I never knew humans could have-
If I had the gift to inspire you with heroic words
I would say ‘Go to Others More Courageous than me
They will lead you to great victories
And with them you can sing to the end of your days
Praise and praise again for what you are'-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Dream (A Eulogy For Martin Luther King, Jr.)
He had a dream, to which all should aspire;
Poignantly, his earthly life met with Empyrean supplant,
As same is honored always, by chimeric flame;
Die did not, the dream, which is indubitably extant.
The dream may remove the blight of an iniquitous past.
If the dream is not to wither, needed are many a dreamer
Who know that justice is the truth that sets you...'free at last';
This is The Law, as taught by The Great Redeemer.
The dream is revolutionary, yet quite simplistic-
Self-gratifying, while wholly-altruistic;
The dream is justice, for one, for all-all the same;
The dream shan't die, as evidenced by the eternal flame-
As though a beacon, it states: 'let freedom ring';
'Thank God Almighty, for the gift who was Doctor King!
poem by Maurice Harris
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