WHEN A MAN COMES TO CHRIST HE LEAVES HIS OLD LIFE BEHIND, HE RECEIVES A NEW WAY OF THINKING BEING...
There you are again you pretty red breasted bird Are you trying to tell me something though you...
Gnawing on a turkey leg like a marauding Viking in the company of my blood most of...
Happy Thanksgiving our precious Angels, it’s now been seven years; Since we all shared it together...
Though sleeping in slumberland, things are not always as they do seem
Yet lying in my bed at night...
The bough in the breeze offers to shake my hand, As if to imply friendship! from foundation land....
As impeccable as that awesome ocean
With yon weaving of the waves in a meandering motion
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She shivered as her silhouette stood, shadowing on the shimmering snow
From the luminous moonlight...
Floating little feather on a blustery breeze
Dropping from a birdies nest high up in the tall...
I love the holidays Thanksgiving and Christmas the festive spirit everyone in the giving spirit ...
The old woman wept with overjoy when she held the newborn baby boy..her heart melted at his perfect...
I rose and asked no questions from a phone call that awoken my sleep...
Yon caressing cradle of the countryside
Whilst good old Mother nature’s creatures hide
Serendipity..Ooh don’t we all wish for this?
That one lucky break betwixt a hit or a miss
Oh how pretty are our poppies Scarlet red they signify All our heroic heroes Heavenly...
It was on the violent playground these kids met Plans were being made targets needed to be set...
