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Pain!

I may say, pain, pain go away, but it looks like, it is here to stay; so what can I do? I can go, into my closet, and pray, pray, pray!

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GOD IS NEAR

God is near, as I walk in the forest green, and when I sit by waters clear, and I sense His presence, when I view the white tailed deer. I enjoy His presence in the morning still, while walking through a beautiful garden, seeing the lily and the golden daffodil. I know He is with me, while I am walking in a deep valley, or climbing very steep hills. I feel His warmth in the sunshine, and His freshness in the rain, and His gracious hand of mercy, while I am living with my pain. I feel...

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Heavenly Father

Heavenly Father, I love you, I give you praise, in the Morning, at Noon day, in the Evening hours, and all my days. Heavenly Father, I love you, I sing words of praise, in the Morning, at Noon day, in the Evening hours, and all my days. Heavenly Father, I love you, I will share, Your words, in the Morning, at Noon day, in the Evening hours, and all my days. ~ Winston Staples

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FIFTY YEARS

FIFTY YEARS Looking back, reflecting on my past, wondering how, fifty years passed so fast. Seems like yesterday, when I was twenty-five, so young, starting a wonderful, precious family, so happy, so much alive. Then quickly, as a wink, an accident took place, Pain rushed in, like the blackness of sin. This old body, has pained ever since, that frightful day, when parts of a rim, struck me under the eye, I didn't laugh, I didn't cry. Praise the Lord, He was...

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Sounds

SOUNDS I love the sound, of the morning dove, when he calls his mate in love; I love the sound, of the distant loon, as he sings his mournful tune; I love the sound, of the gentle breeze, as it moves and rustles the leaves; I love the sound, of the falling rain, as it strikes against the window pane; I love the sound, of the babbling brook’ as I sit and dangle my hook; I love the sound, of the lullaby, as the mother soothes her child’s cry. I love the...

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Thank You

I walked out the old woods road, saw how the red pines had grown, I said thank you God for eyes to see, all the blessings you give to me. I walked a little further, heard the wild goose call, and said thanks for ears to hear, these wonderful sounds of fall. I walked and tasted my apple, it’s juice so sweet, and said thank you for the food we eat. As I walked gazing up into the trees, I thought of a special tree, on Calvary’s...

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The Morning After

The Morning After I awoke, the morning after, after the thunder and rain, the sun was shining, everything refreshed again. I awoke, the morning after, a night filled with pain, knowing God's Sonshine, Sonshine would refresh, refresh my body again. I awoke, the morning after, my soul was blessed, by the reading of His word, and singing a hymn, a touch of the Son's hand, my soul, my spirit, refleshed and well again.

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Two Miles From Nowhere

Two miles from nowhere, How lost can I be? Two miles from nowhere, No light can I see, Two miles from nowhere, Please someone find me. I am two miles from nowhere, Please shine a light for me. Then in a distance, A bright light, I did see, I am no longer, Two miles from nowhere, Jesus rescued me.

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Jesus Loves Me

I awoke this morning, with Jesus on my mind, so I grabbed paper and pen, and wrote these lines. Jesus went to that cross, that cross at Calvary, hung there shedding His blood, in such agony. Jesus went to that cross, that cross at Calvary, because He loved you and me. Jesus went to that cross, that cross at Calvary, bearing our sins, so we could be free. Jesus went to that cross, that cross at Calvary, to give us...

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sounds

Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 KJV SOUNDS I love the sound, of the morning dove, when he calls his mate in love; I love the sound, of the distant loon, as he sings his mournful tune; I love the sound, of the gentle breeze, as it moves and rustles the leaves; I love the sound, of the falling rain, as it strikes against the window pane; I love the sound,...

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