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Christian Comfort / Joy |
| This is a poem about a young woman with a prison ministry. Her husband is newly ordained and they have been blessed with a seven month old baby. A miracle baby, a miracle life. It is my joy to know this family. |
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| So Much More |
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Christian Comfort / Joy |
| We are blessed to have a Christian doctor. She treats my husband like a father. There is no one quite like her. We are so thankful for this lovely woman. |
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| Come and Sit With Me Awhile |
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Holidays |
| It has been ten years since my Mother died. I was very meloncholy this Mother's Day. If you still have your Mother, praise God. This poem is just a sweet reminder to take the time,just sit with her awhile. |
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| He Will Come and Meet You |
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Encouragement / Inspirational |
| Life can at times be brutal, but I have found that no matter what the circumstance, our Lord will come and meet with us. I have experienced this when in crisis. Always, He comes to meet me when I pray. |
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| I Cried |
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Christian Comfort / Joy |
| We had a rough trip home. A minor accident that stranded us for 8 hours. I called my friend and brother. He calmed me, prayed for me ,and helped me and my husband locate a shop for repairs. I thank God for the gift of this man. |
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| She Flows Through Her Children |
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Friends / Family / Relationships |
| This poem is about a woman named Clare. She raised seven chlidren alone and suffered many heartbreaking set backs. Their home was destroyed in a fire, yet this woman held onto her faith. It flows through her children. I admire her strength and wisdom. |
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| I Talked My Daughter Home |
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God's Love / Grace / Mercy |
| My daughter is an neo-natal intensive care nurse. Last night a baby died. She always calls me on her way home from work and we shared the burden of loss, but always with the hope that our Lord will come and talk us home. |
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| The Day I Forgot To Pray |
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God's Love / Grace / Mercy |
| My dear friend was stricken while we were riding our bikes. She had lost consciousness and did not appear to be breathing.I forgot to pray, but praise God, she is well now and we prayed mightily in church on Saturday! Once again ,God gave me a poem. |
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| Solitude |
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Missions / Evangelism |
| A Minister that has a prison ministry asked me write a poem about being incarcerated. Having no experience in this area, I asked God for a poem. This is what He gave me. |
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