God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see. — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prarie skies to-night To… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Whatever else be lost among the years, Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing: Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears, Let us… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Thank You Friend I never came to you, my friend, and went away without some new enrichment of the heart; More faith and less of doubt, more courage in the days ahead. And often in great need coming to you, I went away comforted indeed. How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share
God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Home may be near, Home may be far - But it is anywhere love And a few plain household treasures are. — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your love has meant to me, all that your friendship… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
“Almost I feel the pulsebeat of the ages, Now swift, now slow, beneath my fingertips. The heartthrobs of the prophets and the sages Beat… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
If but one message, I may leave behind, One single word of courage for my kind, It would be this – Oh, brother, sister,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this. Let me straighten after pain, As a tree straightens after the rain, Shining and… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Let me come in when you are weeping, friend, and let me take your hand. I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
