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I woke up late, I meant to be early. I ran to my fate, I dream of the pearly. The great gate of Our Lord, The garden of heaven…beyond. I dressed my best, Grant me, your grace, I wanted the test. Yet, I can not keep the pace. Today is a gift, “Thankful”, that which is given. I walked and then jogged, Legs get me there…, I brushed the tangles from my hair, Yet the world is… not fair. The pastor was busy, The singing just started… I hug my friends, I find my seat, I raise my hands and can barely speak. The Lord is my Sheppard, I shall…

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Date: 7/30/2019 8:14:00 PM
How cute and playful. A poem I also relate to as I've been late, running, running, running, then arriving to calmly and serenely enter quietly, hopefully. All the best ... CayCay
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Ann Foster
Date: 7/30/2019 9:00:00 PM
Some days are harder than One thing I have learned to take very seriously is Sunday...not just for church, but truly a day...wonderous... Hugs. Ann
Date: 7/28/2019 12:52:00 PM
not want... for anything but HIM...You're doing it....
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Date: 7/28/2019 1:30:00 PM
:) he is everything... so that part is easy... Sunshine thoughts my friend. The rain will come regardless, but that is okay. If gives a drink to every flower. Ann
Date: 7/28/2019 10:14:00 AM
Ann, This is a nice poem. Perfect for a Sunday morning. A day of prayer, thanks and reflection. -Richard
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Date: 7/28/2019 10:31:00 AM
I am so pleased you enjoyed it. Have a truly wonderful day. Ann