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Marie Prance Poem
Sleepless nights that
I have had,the things
you've said has made
my heart sad.
Out of the blue, you
walk out the door,
telling me you'll
love me forever more.
Satan has desired to
sift you as wheat,
because of this, you
have become weak.
My Jesus has heard
my outpouring cry,
and this was His only reply.
Don't you worry,
and don't you fret,
keep your faith,I'm on
the scene, for I'm never late.
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Marie Prance Poem
Driving down the road,
trying not to speed,
ahead of her, is the sound,
of screaming sirens.
I know she is praying,
with tears in her eyes,
trusting in the Lord,
to be by his side.
Just letting you know,
my dear friend,I'm only a
phone call away,I will be there,
night or day.
Jesus has healed others,
he can heal him too,
I don't know how, and I don't
know when, but I do know,
He'll do it again.
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Marie Prance Poem
On the hills of glory,
where my mansion stands,
lay the streets of gold, made
by God's Almighty hand.
The sparkling living waters
flow,and on it's banks,
the tree of life doth grow.
Over there, what a glorious site,
a golden throne arrayed in white,
No!, it's a robe glistening as snow,
and the one wearing it, their face is aglow.
It's Jesus! our King,Savior,and
Friend.Yes! this is heaven,and
I have just entered in.
Angels were singing a song
I could not relate,as they
stood before those beauitful gates.
Things were happening all
around this place,but I wanted
to see Jesus face to face,as
I walked forward ,His eyes met mine
I've never seen such love pure,
Holy Devine.
I've made it home,and got
a mansion so fair,and down
this same street, I'll find you somewhere.
This is a poem was written by my sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Look at the world and the shape that it's in,
How many more signs will Jehovah God send?
Only He knows and time will tell.
When He steps out on that cloud of glory,
and calls His children home.
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Marie Prance Poem
Take God's hand,
let Him lead you on,
you won't have to make
another journey alone.
Through the good and though the bad,
reach out and take His hand.
He will lead us all to the Promise Land.
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Walking up that lonely
hill, facing death with
no regret,bruised and
whipped from head to
toe,carrying the cross,
such a heavy load.
Betrayed by the one
that supped with him,
thirty pieces of silver,
and a kiss is where it began.
He knew from the start
what He had to do,
He knew His Commandment,
and He followed it through.
Thank you Lord from
the tomb you rose,giving
us a choice,which path we
should go, will it be heaven,
or will it be hell? He is a
gentleman,He won't make
us go against our own will.
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Marie Prance Poem
A debt I owed;
I could not pay,
was nailed to a cross,
on that gloomy day.
Such shame and
torture he had to
endure, because of
love for me and you.
Now when I'm down,
and all alone,my mind
wonders back to where
they ripped the flesh
from off His bones.
The love that my
dear Savior shared,
nothing I go through
on this earth could
ever be compared.
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Marie Prance Poem
What's going on in
our world today?
From what I see,
it's a child that has to pay.
Two small faces,
their picture is shown,
sends a sigh, and a hurtful groan.
Victims of adduction,and
abuse,these tiny bodies,
they have chose to use.
What's going on in
our world today?
One day, we know not when,
they will stand before the judge,
and for this sin ,they will pay.
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Marie Prance Poem
Down on my knees,
at the altar I fall,
hoping one day You will
answer them all.
Praying for him and
praying for her,asking you Lord
their heart do stir.
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The beauty of His creation,
was not only to be seen,
it was meant to be kept,
pretty and clean.
Instead of throwing your
trash onto the road,buy you
a trash can and put
it in your front floorboard.
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