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
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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