Forgotten Dead, I Salute You (by: Muriel Stuart (1889-)) Dawn has flashed up the startled skies, Night has gone out beneath the hill Many sweet times; before our eyes Dawn makes and unmakes about us still The magic that we call the rose. continue reading
Freedom Rings (by: Jill Lemming) Starry skies, and moonlit nights- such beauty in our land... we're so thankful for these blessings, that come from God's own hand. continue reading
Give Hope (by: Jill Lemming) There’s someone worth believing in, who may be near to you... who needs to be encouraged, and needs acknowledged, too. continue reading
Glory Of The Garden, The (by: Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)) Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. continue reading
