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Thanksgiving |
| As we were driving home from Florida, I prayed and thanked God for the beauty of the land. As we drove through West Virginia, I knew home was getting close. I thanked God for my precious friends. As always He gave me a poem. |
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| Hard Work Never Hurt Anyone |
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Encouragement / Inspirational |
| My Father was a hard working man. I thank my Lord for giving me an earthly Father who taught me the value of hard work. It is Scriptually sound. |
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| Moments Later |
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God's Love / Grace / Mercy |
| God knows how little strength we have. It is through His Grace and Mercy that we are saved. He has opened the door that no man can shut. |
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| Unborn |
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Spirtual Warfare |
| I was asked to write the thoughts of an unborn fetus whose mother is thinking of aborting. Again not a poem I wish to write, but as a Christian, I must speak for the "Unborn. |
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| Never Enough Hugs |
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Christian Comfort / Joy |
| I met a medical microbiologist turned wood carver. She worked in Dana Farber Cancer Institute. As she signed a carving for me she said, "When you work in a cancer ward there is never enough hugs." Her gift and her heart are carved from God. |
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| Innocence |
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Encouragement / Inspirational |
| A counselor asked me to write a poem about abuse of children. It was not something I would choose or even want to write about. I thought no to this request, but God thought yes. |
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| Tears |
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Christian Comfort / Joy |
| My friend sent me 4 beautiful verses from Oswald Chambers. She asked me if I have seen Jesus and could I write about it. The verses were so exquisite, I found it hard to expound on them, but God gave me a poem, as always. |
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| Broken |
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Spirtual Growth |
| Our Pastor's son had an excruciating leg lengthening surgery. After the surgeon breaks the leg bones, growth occurs. This young man told his Dad, "Pain is a gift." There is hope, as we are all so broken, but growth grows in broken places. |
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| Symphony of Praise |
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Easter / Ressurrection |
| My friend asked me what I hear when I ride my bike. She asked me if I heard God's Symphony. The next day I rode my bike. I listened, and this is what I heard... |
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