MY "PATCH OF BLUE"

There's a bit of sky across the street
Which I have learned to love,
One end of it rests on the housetops high,
The other on the heavens above.
It looks most beautiful at times
And has been such a comfort, too,
That when I look thro' my windowpane,
I call it my "Patch of Blue"

When I think of God's great universe
With it's vast expanse of sky,
And of those that can roam from sea to sea
Without a thought of why
This wonderous joy is given to them
By God so kind and true,
I wonder if the are quite as glad
As I, for the "Patch of Blue."

I call it mine: God's gift to me,
From September until June,
It heals my hurt; it warms my heart;
And I'm sure that very soon
The lesson that it teaches me
Will warm me thro' and thro';
For it seems as though God's blessed smile
Shines thro' my "Patch of Blue."

I've seen it when light, fleecy clouds
Went scurryng 'cross it's face
And made that tiny bit of sky
Look like a bit of lace.
I've also seen the storm clouds burst,
And winds go rushing thro',
But I always knew that once again
I'd see my "Patch of Blue."

I've watched it when the wintery snows
Had hidden it from site,
But I have known full well that soon
It would once more be bright.
Whensunset drops her curtain down,
She turns to golden hue
That little bit of lovely sky
That was my "Patch of Blue."

When I lie upon my bed at night,
With a heart full of pain and fear,
I think of the twinkling stars out there
That shine so bright and clear.
I think of the radiant, glorious moon
Shining the whole night thro',
And I know that the morning sun will bring
Once more my "Patch of Blue."

I've looked across that bit of sky
As the twilight hour drew near.
And thought of one in that "Great Beyond"
Who was to me most dear.
He was such a very little lad,
Only four years old,
When he passed the portals thro'
And he's still waiting for me there
Beyond my "Patch of Blue."

There are other dear ones over there
Whose journey here is o'er.
I shall see them sometime, somewhere,
At rest on the shining shore,
Dear Lord! please help my life to be
So patient, kind and true
That when at last my race is run
I can cross my "Patch of Blue."

And then one day--when I tried to look
I found I could not see.
In my despair I cried aloud,
"O God--it cannot be
That I must never more enjoy
This precious, precious view,
That I must learn to do without
My little "Patch of Blue."

I know not what's in store for me
Of sorrow, joy or pain;
I do not know when I can see
My bit of sky again.
But I'm sure God's love and mercy
Will lead me safely thro',
And in my heart of hearts
He can put a "Patch of Blue."

Oh friend o' mine! Are you shut in?
Does your life seem hard to bear?
Does your heart grow sick with longing
For the joys you once could share?
"I'll go with you," saith the Master,
And his promises are true;
So we're sure that in His blessed arms
We'll find our "Patch of Blue."

Mary Newland Carson

IF I KNEW 

If I knew it would be the last time 
That I'd see you fall asleep, 
I would tuck you in more tightly 
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. 

If I knew it would be the last time 
that I see you walk out the door, 
I would give you a hug and kiss 
and call you back for one more. 

If I knew it would be the last time 
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, 
I would video tape each action and word, 
so I could play them back day after day. 

If I knew it would be the last time, 
I could spare an extra minute 
to stop and say "I love you," 
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. 

If I knew it would be the last time 
I would be there to share your day, 
well I'm sure you'll have so many more, 
so I can let just this one slip away. 

For surely there's always tomorrow 
to make up for an oversight, 
and we always get a second chance 
to make everything just right. 

There will always be another day 
to say "I love you," and certainly there's 
another chance to say our "Anything I can do?" 

But just in case I might be wrong, 
and today is all I get, 
I'd like to say how much I love you 
and I hope we never forget. 

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, 
young or old alike, 
And today may be the last chance 
you get to hold your loved one tight. 

So if you're waiting for tomorrow, 
why not do it today? 
For if tomorrow never comes, 
you'll surely regret the day, 

That you didn't take that extra time 
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss 
and you were too busy to grant someone, 
what turned out to be their one last wish. 

So hold your loved ones close today, 
and whisper in their ear, 
Tell them how much you love them 
and that you'll always hold them dear 

Take time to say "I'm sorry," 
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay." 
And if tomorrow never comes, 
you'll have no regrets about today. 

God Bless You

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