the Gift of Love
I pray for the gift of love
for if I have not love, I am nothing.
Teach me, in love, to be patient and kind
not envious, boastful or conceited.
Never let me be rude, selfish or quick to take offence
may I keep no score of wrongs.
Never let me take pleasure in the sins of others
may I take delight in the truth.
For then there will be nothing my love cannot face
no limit to its faith, its hope, its endurance.
My love will never end.
The Changing Seasons
Praise the Lord for all the seasons,
Praise Him for the gentle spring,
Praise the Lord for glorious summer,
Birds and beasts and everything.
Praise the Lord, who sends the harvest,
Praise Him for the winter snows,
Praise the Lord, all ye who love Him,
Praise Him, for all things he knows.