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<<Previous   Poetry   Page 2 of 13   Next>> View original poems by Richard Doyle, available in 8 X 10 in. classy frames with glass front, on specially designed cream paper with tan & white daisies.   Borrowed Blessings Borrowed Blessings (song) The gift I got on my ninth birthday Wore a ribbon on his head Then he chewed up all my presents That night he slept upon my bed He was there for me in the good and bad Walked for years right by my side I never knew how much I'd miss him ‘Til the morning that he died - chorus - He was just a Borrowed Blessing One of God’s great gifts to me Sometimes we think we own these moments Only to find that we don’t even hold the keys   She liked to wear pink ribbons in her hair And he wore a crooked tie It was picture time at school that day And as the bus drove away I’d cry And I was always there, made sure they combed their hair But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep them from growing older And now they’re taking my car to drive - chorus - They were just a Borrowed Blessing One of God’s great gifts to me Sometimes we think we own these moments Only to find that we don’t even hold the keys   Now the trees seem so much taller now The valleys a little deeper. I’m moving much more slowly And the stairs are a little steeper Last year the girl I loved made her final climb And as for me well, it’s a matter of time Life is just a Borrowed Blessing One of God’s great gifts to me Sometimes we think we own these moments Only to find that He is holding all the keys So treasure all the loves you find For they might soon leave you behind They’re simply Borrowed Blessings God’s special gifts His special gifts of time They’re simply Borrowed Blessings God’s special gifts His greatest gift of time. Co-written by Richard Doyle & Ron Miller     (original poem) They're simply Borrowed Blessings. The special gifts of time. We think we own the moment, Yet the moment is sublime. So cherish the love around you. Give it all that you can find. They're simply borrowed Blessings. The special gifts of time.   My gift on Christmas morning Wore a ribbon on his head. He chewed up all my presents. At night he slept upon my bed. He was there in times of sorrow. Walked for hours by my side. I never knew how much I'd miss him 'Til the morning that he died.   She wore her hair in ribbons, And he a crooked tie. The sandbox kids I cherished, Now taking my car to drive. Where are my little toddlers Who caused me so much "strife"? They're driving themselves to school, And soon driving off to life.   The trees seem so much taller now, The valleys a little deeper. My movements a little slower. The stairs just a little steeper. The love of my life is gone now. For me just a matter of time. They're simply Borrowed Blessings. God's special gifts of time.     Our Price:  $20.00   Units:       Each Approximate Shipping Time: Two weeks Qty    Tell A Friend! Extras: Our Song In dreams, as in life In art, as in song   Qty    Tell A Friend! Extras: Remember When  Remember when the darkness didn't have a light? Remember when the blades of others actually cut?  Remember when your shouts were never heard?  Remember when you felt alone in a crowded room?  Remember when conversations never reached your ear? Remember when your laugh was just a mask? Remember when truths were just lies? Remember when blankets were your only shields? Remember when the tiniest victories made you cry? Remember when the world could go to hell? Remember when good news shielded bad? Remember when the final blow wasn't the final? Remember that friend who was there for you? I do.     Our Price:  $20.00   Units:       Each Qty    Tell A Friend! Extras: Artist Eyes His eyes they'd see a mountain That wasn't really there Or a strand of auburn color on a lock of golden hair And reflections that blinded others To him were diamonds bright And when others stared at darkness His eyes could see the light Through artist eyes Through artist eyes Time can heal the heartaches But sometimes not the pain When the world longs for sunshine It often gets the rain Yet dark clouds on the horizon Are always followed by sun When brushstrucks work their magic And the colors start to run Through artist eyes Through artist eyes His canvas is a mirror Of a world his eyes could see And God made him a vessel That could put it down for me But now sits in the corner A canvas of empty white For now my eyes see darkness Because his now see the light Through artist eyes Through artist eyes   Our Price:  $20.00   Units:       Each Qty    Tell A Friend! Extras: Butterflies on the Wind (see video link at the end of the poem)   From a sheltered cocoon We long for the day When our independence Wisps us away To face the challenges Of an uncertain world Anxious and fragile With new wings unfurled.     We climb upon winds Knowing not where they lead As they dictate a path We're hastened to heed Pirouetting atop Of their powerful crests Dancing on air with a butterfly's zest.     We often seek refuge Among flowers or trees Longing for shelter In search of true peace For sometimes the wind Has a mind of it's own And as dust clouds settle We see we have grown     For the path we've "chosen" Is really God's breeze A struggling flight Until we concede That our destiny in life Is really through Him For until we do that We're just   "Butterflies on the Wind".   CLICK HERE For video of "Butterflies On The Wind" Qty        Tell A Friend! Extras:

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