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A Rose for Rose

Red roses were her favorites; her name was also Rose, And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows. The year he died the roses were delivered to her door, The card said “Be My Valentine” like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say, “I love you even more this year than last year on this day, My love for you will always grow with every passing year,” She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought he ordered roses in advance before this...

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God, According to an 8 Year Old

God, According to an 8 Year Old Written by an 8 year old from Chula Vista, CA, for his third grade homework assignment. The assignment was to explain God. I just wonder if any of us could do as well? ————————————————— One of God’s main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn’t make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn’t have to take up his valuable time teaching them...

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He Loved

I stared at the blank page nervously. The school assignment was to write your own obituary but how was I supposed to write a summation of my life when I hadn’t even lived it yet? I looked to my left and right and saw people pouring paragraphs out of their pens. I tried to think of what I wanted to accomplish in my life but my crazily racing thoughts crashed into each other. I glanced back at my clean sheet of paper and my writer’s block intensified. I tried to imagine the man I wanted to become but couldn’t see...

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My God and I

This is the day the Lord has made, No trouble can ruin its glow; His hand is on the reigns That guide its onward flow. His eye is on the sparrow Lest it fall down from the sky; He sends the current upward To help it learn to fly. Much more am I in His vision, He observes my every move, He gently guides me onward, Nudging me in His love. I am the apple of His eye, Fully bought and reconciled By the precious blood of Jesus, His Son both meek and mild. My path goes always upward, My...

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So Little Time

So little time to say the things You’d really like to say – Before you even find the words, The time just slips away. So little time to do the things You feel that you must do. So treasure, like the purest gold, The time God’s given you. So little time to dream your dreams, For youth has passed its prime, And all too soon you realize That there’s… so little time. So little time to reach the height To which you’re bound to climb, For swiftly pass the waning years, And there’s… so little time. So little time to...