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Seeing Through the Pane

You know, she just had enough pulled every which way It had all turned into stuff and was only causing dismay Everyday being the same never ever seeming to change And who to blame for something she couldn't rearrange With nothing left to draw upon for it was all pushed aside All her dreams were gone as she just sat there and cried When an Angel appeared on the other side of the window And as the Angel neared It's warmth seemed only to grow Filling her with a Joy inside that she had never felt before Something that couldn't be denied and she couldn't ignore As this Glorious Angel spoke each word filled up her soul Suddenly she'd awoke seeing the importance of her role A Mother, a Wife, Aunt, Friend so many people loved her Some words can mend us back to the way that we were I myself, I believe her story because I've seen a change And I know with God's Glory such things aren't strange

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 5/1/2016 6:35:00 AM

Many times we forget that God cares for us inspite of what we are:)

Vincent Flannery
Date: 5/3/2016 2:29:00 PM

So true. He never stops loving us and is constantly calling us. I pray more will come to know this. I think of the thief on the cross with Jesus. In one simple instance of asking for forgiveness, he was given Heaven. It's not through works but faith alone. The works certainly count, but not in getting in. That is by faith alone. God Bless.