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Brenda Died this Morning

And I asked myself “Why am I alive.” Suddenly poems are just words And books are unimportant Dreams I had for yesterday are best left for sleep There are promises to keep. Promises I made on my sacred Birth Day, When I gave myself to Jah And He promised to give me what I pray. When I vowed to live every moment for Jesus And put behind me that frivolous work that is grievous I must turn around Before I am unable to go back. I must I will I am a blessed person because I can say I am. And before I live only in Jehovah’s memory like Brenda I must continue And move on Before my time is gone. I love you Brenda – Now - and Until I see you again…John 11:23 - 26

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Date: 5/10/2015 10:32:00 AM
May I add my condolences. A friend of mine lost his grandson a bit over a year ago and I wrote a poem for him called "A New Dream" you may find a measure of comfort in it. Thankfully the boy was a believer so in the end his is not a wasted life.
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Date: 4/23/2015 2:54:00 AM
I am sorry for your loss - :-( Hugs jan xx
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