cheerfulness
to make a dark day bright.
It takes a mother’s kindness to
forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble and to
bow her head in prayer.
It takes a mother’s wisdom
to recognize our needs
And to give us reassurance by
her loving words and deeds.
W HAT I S M ARRİAGE ?
It is sharing and caring,
Giving and forgiving,
Loving and being loved,
Walking hand in hand,
Talking heart to heart,
Seeing through each other’s eyes,
Laughing together,
Weeping together,
Praying together,
And always trusting and believing
And thanking God for each other …
For love that is shared is a beautiful thing—
It enriches the soul and makes the heart sing.
I DEALS A RE L İKE S TARS
In this world of casual carelessness,
it’s discouraging to try
To keep our morals and standards and our ideals high.
We are ridiculed and laughed at
by the smart sophisticate,
Who proclaims in brittle banter that
such things are out of date …
But no life is worth living unless it’s built on truth,
And we lay our life’s foundation in
the golden years of youth …
So allow no one to stop you
or hinder you from laying
A firm and strong foundation made
of faith and love and praying …
And remember that ideals are like stars up in the sky,
You can never really reach them,
hanging in the heavens high,
But like the mighty mariner who
sailed the storm-tossed sea
And used the stars to chart his course
with skill and certainty,
You, too, can chart your course in
life with high ideals and love,
For high ideals are like the stars
that light the sky above,
You cannot ever reach them,
but lift your heart up high
And your life will be as shining
as the stars up in the sky.
T O M Y H USBAND
In my eyes there lies no vision
But the sight of your dear face.
In my heart there is no feeling
But the warmth of your embrace.
In my mind there are no thoughts
But the thoughts of you, my dear.
In my soul no other longing
But just to have you near.
All my dreams were built around you
And I’ve come to know it’s true,
In my life there is no living
That is not a part of you.
H EART T HROBS FOR THE M AN I M ARRİED
Don’t think because I’m married
that all romance is dead.
Why, I’m as full of sentiment
as the day that I was wed.
My heart’s still doing flip-flops
and beating double time.
It’s full of many happy thoughts
for a dear sweetheart of mine.
And on this day of romance I send a loving dart
From the little bow of Cupid
to pierce my lover’s heart
And believe me there’s no
Valentine that carries love more true
Than the one I send my sweetheart,
who is the man I’m married to!
W HEN T WO P EOPLE M ARRY
Your hearts are filled with
happiness so great and overflowing
You cannot comprehend it,
for it’s far beyond all knowing
How any heart could hold such
joy or feel the fullness of
The wonder and glory
and the ecstasy of love.
You wish that you could
capture it and never let it go
So you might walk forever
in its magic, radiant glow,
But love in all its ecstasy
is such a fragile thing,
Like gossamer in cloudless skies
or a hummingbird’s small wing …
But love that lasts forever must
be made of something strong—
The kind of strength that’s gathered
when the heart can hear no song.
When the sunshine of your wedding
day runs into stormy weather,
And hand in hand you brave the gale
and climb steep hills together,
And clinging to each other while
the thunder rolls above,
You seek divine protection in
faith and hope and love …
For days of wine and roses never
make love’s dreams come true—
It takes sacrifice and teardrops
and problems shared by two
To give true love its beauty,
its grandeur and its fineness,
And to mold an earthly ecstasy
into heavenly divineness.
W İTH F AİTH İN E ACH O THER—AND F AİTH İN THE L ORD
With faith in each other and faith in the Lord
May your marriage be blessed
with love’s priceless