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Vacation fun time
God creates for all to see
Beautiful mountains
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I love you Lord, with all of my heart,
I love you Lord, and this is a start.
I love you Lord, everyday,
I love you Lord, for what you say.
I love you Lord, for all that you do,
I love you Lord, because you are you.
I love you Lord, for giving us your Son,
I love you Lord, because you are number one.
I love you Lord, so very much,
I love you Lord, for your loving touch.
I love you Lord, in good times and bad,
I love you Lord, when I am sad.
I love you Lord, for setting me free,
I love you Lord, because you love me.
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God you are in my heart,
You keep my heart from falling apart,
I have been in pain from the start.
Thank you for protecting my dad,
He was very ill and feeling bad,
I shed some tears because I was sad.
God, I'm sorry for what I say,
I know that I won't have to pay,
Thank you Jesus for paying my way.
Please keep Satan away from me,
I don't need temptations you see,
My heart needs to be pure and free.
I want to be your precious stone,
I know that I am not alone,
I can't wait to sit by your throne.
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God's little children are precious,
They are gifts that God gives to us.
God will guide us to teach them to be sweet,
His word will help us to share, which is neat.
Jesus had experience as a small child,
He is an example to us, tame or wild.
Each child needs to see Jesus' love through us,
Through our witnessing, these children will trust.
Singing or saying a little prayer each day,
This will help little children to walk God's way.
Jesus' footprints are the way to the light,
We lead our children with all of our might.
God's pure and perfect love are what we need,
Leading a child is how we plant a seed.
Teaching our children to pray,
Helps them to know what to say.
They will learn to seek His wisdom and love,
These children will seek for strength from above.
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Dear Lord,
A child's
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is so sweet!
It cheers me up!
A child's
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lifts me up.
My sadness
goes away and
I end up being happy.
A child's
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is a gift from You.
Thank you Lord for
your love, protection,
and your sacrifice to save
us from our sins. You are
so Awesome! Thank you for
Your
S
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S.
I pray all of this in Jesus' Name.
Amen
© Kathy Mary Gillet
© January 16, 2007 All Rights Reserved
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I'm a marching band mom,
I'm very proud of it,
Brass, woodwinds, drummers, and pit.
Counting steps to find their spots,
Keeping time with doctor beat,
Forwards and backwards with their feet.
Learning new sets everyday,
Marking spots with sidewalk chalk,
Helping each other with a talk.
Adding music as they go,
Coordinating timing,
Keep up the playing and marching.
Mastering notes that help playing the tunes,
Mastering body form from head to toe,
Playing and marching makes a lovely show.
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Drove home in the cold
Lighting a fire to keep warm
Sipping hot chocolate.
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I'm a color guard mom,
I am honored and proud,
Cheering and very loud.
Dancing in a routine,
Stretching every body part,
Toning up muscles are smart.
Glitter girls are so sweet,
Moving flags to the beat,
Catching the flags are a treat.
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Worship in God's house.
Pray and listen to sermon.
Sing and praise our God.
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I suffered from being hit,
It sometimes hurt to sit:
Bruised and battered one day,
My mother loved me in her own way:
I went to school with a bloody nose,
It didn't matter if it shows:
It embarrassed me so much,
I turned to God for a loving touch:
My tooth was knocked out with a hair brush,
My mother said not to tell, "hush":
My heart was broken a lot,
My mother never got caught:
My broken heart is healing everyday,
God loves me every way:
I thank God for healing me,
I know that he cried with me, you see.
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