Without love, our world would be an empty place
No hands stretched out in friendship
Only frowns upon each face.
No happy sounds of laughter
To brighten up each day
No warmth of friendly people
Greeting us along the way.
No thoughtful things are done
Such as a note to tell a friend
That we are thinking of them
As along life’s way we wend.
No joy in seeing flowers
Which you’ve tenderly sought to grow
Or to see a beautiful butterfly
As through your day you go.
No children playing gaily
Laughing and enjoying life
Only a dark and dreary world
Full of sadness, trouble and strife.
Yes a joyless world we’d have
If there was no love to be found
Yet One came years ago
With love, His heart did abound.
Greater love no man can have
That He should give His life for them
There was One Who did you know
He was born in Bethlehem.
He came to live among us
Knew each of us personally
He knew how He had to suffer
To give life to you and me.
Yes He knew how He’d have to suffer
And still be spurned by some
What love that Jesus felt
To do this for everyone.
Yes, He came for all of us here
Won’t you invite Him into your heart
He’s waiting for each of you
His great love to impart.
I see tears well in His eye
As He watches from above Yes, it would be an empty world
Without His wonderful love.
By Hazel King
REALIZING YOUR DREAM
The dream has gone…..
But before the flickering flame of hope is quenched and dies,
It begins to rise again,
Knowing that tomorrow is a new day bright and clear,
Bringing with it new hope, new vision and a new dream.
The dream of a restful haven
In a small piece of paradise Near the waters’ edge,
The undulating waves lapping on the shore,
Creating a peace and tranquility
Which swathes the body in a cloak of serenity,
Wrapping the body,
Protecting from the cares and stressors of daily living.
One drinks it in hungrily
Liked a parched soul in a desert of tension and frustration.
This dream may have passed
But every day brings new opportunities
To renew thoughts, desires and wishes,
And brings one closer
To making that dream a reality.
Never give up! Just forge ahead
Determining that this loss brings you one step closer
To realizing that dream!!
By Hazel King
A little piece of heaven,
Tucked away to be enjoyed.
Sitting on the beach, Listening to the waves, froth tipped
And crashing on the shore.
Washing the sand, leaving it smooth and imprint free,
Then retreating back into the ocean,
Again lifting skywards to return once more
In a constant tidal cycle.
Sand, pock-marked by an early morning shower,
Damp grains clinging tenaciously to everything it touches,
The sand a beautiful shade of creamy white
Broken by the tough beach grasses fusing it to the shore
So that it may not slip away
And be enveloped once more into the hungry mouth of the sea.
Early morning beach wanderers
Towel-enshrouded to protect against the rays of the sun,
Strolling the shore
Enjoying the peaceful surroundings,
And the mystical magic of the rolling surf
Muting a cacophony of everyday sounds,
Broken occasionally by the screeching of gulls
As they watch intrepid fishermen,
Hoping for some tender morsel to come their way.
Serenity and tranquillity abounds
Bathing one is a soft mantle of peace
Helping to relieve the stressors of everyday living.
Yes, Bribie is indeed very beautiful
And a wee slice of paradise To relish, savor and enjoy.
By Hazel King