Catherine Janssen

1 wrr "f The Language of Love Flowers on the mantel, Flowers on the sill. Remind us of the loveliness Their presence can fulfill. Flowers at the roadstand Tempt those passersby Returning to the city, Who stop and quickly buy. Flowers in the garden As lovely as can be. Whisper their...

moRninQ an6 nightI say a prayer each morning and I say one every night Because somehow they make me feel That everything is right.They seem to give the golden sun A warm and friendly glow And draw a brighter moonbeam to The flowers and the snow.They sort of shape the silver stars t That twinkle in...

We Leave His Mark We leave His mark On each kind deed That we bestow On those in need. We leave His mark When we show we care For a lonely soul Who has known despair. We leave His mark On each bright day That we have chosen To pave the way. We sing the praises Of Heaven above As we...