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You Can’t Get There From Here

You Can’t Get There From Here The adage we have often heard You can’t get there from here Usually, with humor it is said Yet another meaning it may adhere Your view of an issue, may puzzle me From where I stand today But if I had trod the path you have I might see things another way Since I don’t know the facts as you The least I can do, is speculate From that, I have no right to judge Just what position you should take And so it seems, there is a chasm Which neither you or I...

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In Gratitude

In Gratitude Lord, I am grateful for sins forgiven, for every blessing bestowed, for all the chances you give me, and for seeds of faith that were sowed. I thank you for Godly people. I see you in their eyes. They give me hope for the future. Let me learn from them and be wise. Bless those in need of mercy. Bless those who give from the heart. Grant comfort to those long forgotten. Help them to make a new start. Teach us to care for the hurting in body, in spirit and mind. Make us a better people; teach...

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Worthless or Priceless

Worthless or Priceless I was driving my son to the sheltered workshop for the handicapped where he works a few days each week. My seventeen year old car was cruising along while the Spring sun shined down. The trees were budding and flowers were popping up along the side of the road. I looked over at my son who was humming along to a song on the radio. He turned his head, smiled and said, ” I love you Daddy.” I smiled back and said, “I love you too son.” The green light ahead turned yellow and I slowed to...

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When I Got to Heaven

When I Got to Heaven I was shocked, confused, bewildered As I entered Heaven’s door Not by the beauty of it all By the lights or its decor. But it was the folks in Heaven Who made me sputter and gasp The thieves, the liars, the sinners The alcoholics, the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade Who swiped my lunch money twice Next to him was my old neighbor Who never said anything nice. Uncle Bill, who I always thought Was rotting away in hell Was sitting pretty on cloud nine Looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, “What’s...