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Not then as mingling personage,
and its resort,
nor as linguistic parsonage
in moments scored!

So also referenced structuring
the church in ford,
oft marks the course in buffering
a message heard!

The sight of Christ, so ruffling
with wonders chord,
all else is stemmed from suffering
within reward!

I know of Christ, not muttering
in daily towards
as did address my sauntering
from human board!

The bonds so striven emptily
as merits hoard
cannot compare with brevity
His presence . . .  soared!


Note ~  My only Son had married in Brookings, S. D., and he and wife were transferred to Iowa.  I had hoped for a continuing relationship.  They were transferred four times with his
Enron pipeline job ~ then the Company went under.  But before leaving South Dakota I
was headed out to their home (they had left) and near a turn, where a School was blocking
the street ~ under a Street light ~ I witnessed the image of Jesus, he looked like the
paintings, in white, a mirage of a sort.  Saying "Don't give up hope" the impact was so
real I started to drive, and drove past My sons home, and kept going, crying and filled
with so much awe ~ I ended up in Minnesota by a Lake Preston, and just kept sobbing and
feeling so special, I had seen what the world was waiting to see.  Jesus is a personal
Savior ~ I would hope everyone could have such an encounter.  My fear, disappointment,
pain everything else was swept away.   Take Care!

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