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Have You Ever wondered how it happens? How the last person stays, How they make sure, everyone else gets out? Ever wonder why? Is that important? As long as we are safe, does it really matter who sacrificed; or more specifically or… even more importantly what or even when? The forfeit of something for someone else, worth a value, more than your own life… Is resoundingly heard in heaven. The angels listen closely for all such solemn songs. Jesus gave his life for all of us. He stands in the fire beside us… Even now! Shout out the shadows, that gather along the edges of your faith. “You there… Be afraid! My God is near and it is you that should fear… My Lord…He is with me, and I AM SAFE.” Peace. That is what they have. That man that holds the door, for the last to make it through, the one that gives to others, and does without, the one that stretches small things, into big differences, for many at his own expense… They… those men… and women… have peace.

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Date: 4/3/2020 2:48:00 PM
Love the message in this poem. I had to read it a couple of times, it was so good!! Best wishes...Ron :)
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Date: 4/3/2020 5:36:00 AM
Yes, I have wondered especially lately, so many will sacrifice themselves for others, it is something we are learning to appreciate more now than ever, makes you think! I hope I am brave enough if ever needed. regards Ann and best wishes.
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Date: 4/2/2020 9:47:00 PM
Actually, I have thought a lot about this topic. In a 'former life' I was a restaurant manager. Once we had a big scare, and I had to evacuate the place. I was the last man out. It came naturally. When I thought about it, it came down to a sense of responsibility for the people who worked hard for me. No heroism. No medals. Just measure for measure. Great food for thought in your write, Ann. Thank you so much! Peace, Gershon
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Date: 4/2/2020 9:12:00 PM
I think about this because my bus is filled with little ones, I must be the last one out in an emergency... I like this one Ann it made me think...hugs and blessings my friend!
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Date: 4/2/2020 9:17:00 PM
Be safe my dear friend. Angels all around you and all that you love. I am tired... but all is well. Things are getting better, this will pass. God is glorious. American's are strong, because of our faith. Take care. Prayers for you... hugs... Ann