"A Tiny Seed of Love"

If I should plant a tiny seed of love

In the garden of your heart

Would it grow to be a great big love someday

or would it die and fade away

Would you care for it

And tend it everyday

Till the time when we must part

If I should plant a tiny seed of love

in the garden of your heart

I've never made a fortune,

and it's probably too late now,

But, I don't worry about that much,

I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's journey,

I'm reaping better than I sowed,

I'm drinking from my saucer,

'cause my cup has overflowed.

I ain't got a lot of riches,

and sometimes the goings tough;

But, I've kids who love me

and that makes me rich enough.

I just thank God for His blessings

and the mercies He's bestowed;

I'm drinking from my saucer,

'cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong

and my faith got a little thin,

But then all at once the dark clouds broke

and the sun peaked through again.

So Lord help me not to gripe

about the tough rows that I hoed,

I'm drinking from my saucer,

'cause my cup has overflowed.

And if God gives me strength and courage

when the way grows steep and rough,

I'll not ask for other blessings,

I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy

to help another bear his load,

Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,

'cause my cup has overflowed.

Author Unknown

My Life is But a Weaving

My Life is but a weaving

between my Lord and me;

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow

And I, in foolish pride,

Forget He sees the upper,

And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the Weaver's skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares,

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives His very best to those

Who leave the choice with Him.