Was Fullness Thereof

Was fullness thereof
That is in Jesus's love
Sent from up above.

Wanted from the start
Now I have God in my heart
We will never part.

Thankful yes am I
That for me Jesus did die
See Him by and by

Back from cruise to Southern Caribbean
on Holland American Oosterdam.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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November 7, 2015 at 9:17 PM
:) SKAT
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October 29, 2015 at 11:07 AM
Oh that is so tragic, James. That would make me move from this beautiful spot. I know it still hurts. I have buried a son. Joyce
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October 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM
Joyce, We put his ashes here in the Lockwood Folly River so we can remember him. Losses are always the last thing we want to happen. Jim Horn
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October 28, 2015 at 10:40 PM
Nicely put James. I see you are new to our forum. I have been a busy part of it but got behind this summer when I broke my arm and have gone through other trials including the loss of my sister last Friday. I will try to catch up again during the winter months. I live in Mount Vernon in the beautiful Skagit Valley and rent out my land to bulb farmers. I will have fields of daffodils and some of tulips, next spring. Joyce
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October 29, 2015 at 9:04 AM
How well I remember the pastures of pretty tulips. They also existed in Holland Michigan when we lived in Benton Harbor. I just planted Costco's 75 bulbs that bloom during different times of the year. Hope all comes out with you physically. Our son Jamie drowned in the Skagit River one morning while he was fishing there. We still have many memories existing in PS area.
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