Hannah's Heartstrings

What if Christ were like Santa Claus,And came to our homes once year?Would we wait up all night just for a glimpse?Or when we saw Him, would we stand up and cheer?Would we spiff up the house, put lights everywhere,Just to make sure He could see?And would we wait in long lines at the shopping malls,For a chance

She came to me and told me her storyFilled with betrayal and broken trustShe held back her tears as I held her handHer good name crushed and scattered as dustI stared in disbelief; what could I do?I couldn’t change the rumors that had been spreadAll I could do was stand by her sideAs she tried to disprove what

Drawn to the ideaDrawn to the romanceShe sees the chance to make her dreams come trueShe questions her valuesQuestions her life’s songAll the while wondering what she should doIt seems so right, yet feels so wrongThe whispering pull is getting strongWill she standOr will she fall?Will she answerThe charming call?Will she waitOr will she run?Will she regret itWhen

*Written for the Young Ladies Christian Fellowship (www.ylcf.org) blog carnival “A Peek In Your Day”.*“Remember He is the artist and you are only the picture. You can't see it. So quietly submit to be painted---i.e., keep fulfilling all the obvious duties of your station (you really know quite well enough what they are!), asking forgiveness for each failure

If my simple words can reach your ears,And if I can help to soothe your pain,If I can show you the colors of my rainbowsAnd teach you how to dance in the rainIf I can help you find directionAnd encourage you to follow throughIf I can only be your friendMaybe I’ll change the world through youIf I can

There’s a funny kind of happinessThat flows through everythingIt’s the spark that makes me want to danceIt’s the tune that makes me singIt turns clouds into rainbowsAnd urges birds to flyIt builds stairways to mountainsAnd forms ladders to the skyIt gives me hope and purposeAnd puts reason in my rhymeIt shines light into my darknessAs I savor every

One minute is all I haveTo hold you in my armsAs your tiny fingers cling to meI’ll keep you safe from harmI smell your hair, you look at meAnd give me a little smileWith that I could fly to the moonOr run a million milesThe little noises that you makeAs I rub your small, soft backLike music in

You hand me a toyAs you pick up your ownAnd suddenly you’re in a worldSo very far from homeYou’re the king and the heroYou’re the hunter and the guideAll while playing dinosaursAnd sitting at my sideLittle boy, please show meWhat makes your eyes shine Take me to your awesome worldSo far away from mineLittle boy, teach me how

I was thinking aboutWhat it would be likeTo be at a partyWith Jesus Christ.When the music playedAnd the singing beganAnd everyone jumped to their feetI tried to imagineJust how I’d feelWhen the Savior got up to join inWhen Jesus dancedDid the guests stop a moment to watchWas the room suddenly filledWith the music of angels who’d comeTo see

Mysterious whisper reaches my heart.Sweet, solemn voice beckons me hear.Words simply spoken, a message imparts.Matchless petition begs me come near.Where does it come from? Why does it stayTouching my heartstrings? Willing me knowA secret in a language only I understand.Magical music that captures my soul.A beautiful song with words only for me.Perfected and faithful in patience endure.The Voice

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