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He Will Answer You
God works from his own timetable, not ours.He know just the right time to send the answer, and we need to hold on and believe that he will be there on time.
by
Gertrude Jefferies

God Knows
He does you know
by
iAn Stephens

Cherished Memories
Written for a friend who lost her sister .Though death seems to take a loved one they always leave,some cherished memories even though they are with the Father whom we can also bring memories, too.
by
Patricia Joan Polhans

Sarah
Sarah, a friend I have never seen. She is a comforter, an encourager, a Christian woman that asks me to share poetry with her, then prays for me. My heart is blessed by this dear friend and prayer warrior. I have never met her, but I have met her heart.
by
Kathleen Higham

Baby Judah
Written about baby Judah,who passed away after only a few moments within his mother's arms.
by
Patricia Joan Polhans

Times of Refreshing
We can get so busy working for God that we don't take the time to spend with God. It is so important that we take the time to come apart from the world, and spend time with the Father.
by
Gertrude Jefferies

Baby Talk!
This was written for a lady in our church that had a very sick baby in her womb that she delivered in her 6th month which passed away only a few hrs. after being born. I wrote this as a comfort to her and others who may have had a child that passed away!
by
Patricia Joan Polhans

Cast Your Cares
1 Peter 5:7casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.
by
Danette Kettwich

A Hundred Fingers
While walking in the park, I met an old friend. She told me of her Mother who was very ill, and a love story about her ten brothers and sisters taking turns caring for their Mom. Katharine, how beautiful you are to me.
by
Kathleen Higham

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