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Deborah Turner Poem
Two little boys lost in the woods.
Two little boys trying to get home, only if they could.
Two little boys were freighted by things that went bump in the night.
Two little boys prayed for daylight.
Two little boys heard the search party coming.
Two little boys begin laughing and humming.
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Look, to your left a pot of gold, this is not real.
Well, look to your right a pot of silver, this is not real also.
Then, look down money all around, this is not real.
On the other hand, Look! Look! Up at the sky Christ lives, now this is what is really real.
God Bless
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Two love birds setting in a tree k-i- s-s-i-n-g.
One fell down and hit the ground. And the
other one came flying after it.
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You say you love me, but this is not true. You say you love me, but you beat me until I am black and blue. I know our marriage is over, what about you. You say you love me, but you beat me until I am black and blue. This is not love, it maybe too you, I don't like been beaten until I am black and blue. I am walking out of the door with memories of the many times you knocked me too the floor. I am through with you. You say you love me, but you beat me until I am black and blue. I pray Christ will give me the strength to heal. I pray Christ will give me the strength to forgive.
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When I was a little tot playing in the sandbox meant a lot.
I could play all day, I played and played, until the sun went
his way. What fun I had, making faces happy and sad. But
as the day began to end, I put on a frown no more sand box.
No more sand all around.
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A little taste of heaven,
with all it's glory and splendor.
Will taste better then homemade ice cream,
on hot alamode apple pie.
A little taste of heaven,
will last until the day I die.
Just a little taste of heaven is all I need to be free.
Just a little taste of heaven a taste for you and a taste for me.
God Bless
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We worry about the wrong things. Money, cars, being a star. Is all people think they need to be at ease, it's all people think they need to set their souls free. Only to
realize these things do not free their souls. They imprison their soul for eternally. Put your love and trust in Christ he will give your soul eternal life. If you only believe, Christ can set you free, if you only believe, Christ will supply all you need.
God Bless
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There is nothing that is perfect.
The stars and the moon, they are not perfect.
The sun and the sky, they are not perfect.
Two lovers holding hands, their love is not perfect.
But, Christ love for man, now that is perfect.
God Bless
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When I was born you took me in your arms, wrap me in a blanket, took me home, and kept me from all harm. You shared with me so much love and kindness this is why I miss you mom. As I grew taller you kept me safe with your prayers from all danger and harm, this is why I miss you. As I became older when I was sad you would take me in your arms and rock me until I was glad, and my tears went away. When I became of age and ready to go out in the world to follow my dreams, you had already taught me right from wrong. This is why I will miss you mama. Now that I am grown, on my own and you have left to go home to be with Christ, mama I will miss you. Christ will keep you safe in his arms from all harm, but I still love and miss you mama.
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So much pain, so much sadness.
Where is the gladness, in all this madness?
In the empty tear drops, that falls from my eyes.
God Bless
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