You Are Romantic

About You Are Romantic

Do a deed of simple kindness,
Though its end you may not see;
It may reach, like widening ripples,
Down a long eternity. —Norris
As the blossom can't tell what becomes of its fragrance,
we can't tell what becomes of our influence.

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain. —Bennard
To escape sin's curse, run to the cross.

There is sleep between part and meet
with our usual words on the usual street
so let us part like we always do
and in a world with out you
I'll dream of you
when I come to let us meet
with our usual words on the usual street.

There is a loss between now and then
with our usual dreams on the usual end
so let us go forth at last
and in a world without the past
I'll be lost
but I need go on to reach that "then"
with our usual dreams on the usual end