Tender Is The Drawing


Deep down to be sure, I know o' this calling
That ne'er from my heart shall flee,
It is e'er such a tender drawing
From praying at my mother's knee.

The longing for the purest treasure
The memories o' yore,
A wanting to go back to old emerald isle
To find o' the blessing once more.

My genealogy is o' origin
Beloved heritage o' faithful stock,
With ancestry hale and hearty
I need the warmth o' the genteel folk.

I've pondered long, so restless o' soul
Figuring why I canno' find my song,
But within my soul, I know 'tis o' a truth
That is where my heart belongs.

For to me, 'tis e'er such a mystery
Why I ha'e felt o' this, the longest while,
That I am compelled to return to the good
And the faith o' the emerald isle.

I need to hear the Celtic sounds
The lilt of amazing grace in soft misty air,
I want to walk o'er the cliffs of Dover
And delight in the sweet Irish fare.

Where I may lay in fields o' sweet clover
And watch the clouds float by in skies of blue,
To listen to the happy laughter
O' joy... in a hope renewed.

Oh take me now, to where I belong
Where I can know o' the true,
Oh Father I pray, repent me o' my wanderings
And bring my heart back home to You.

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
 

May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And eternal gifts be with you now
And bless you evermore.

May you always have
Walls for the winds,
A roof for the rain,
Tea beside the fire,
Laughter to cheer you,
Those you love near you,
And all God's heart might desire!

 

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