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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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Nothing is Too Big for God

Two men went fishing. One man was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn’t. Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his ice chest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back. The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing this man waste good fish. “Why do you keep throwing back all the big fish you catch?” he asked. The inexperienced fisherman replied, “I only have a small frying pan.” Sometimes, like that fisherman, we throw back the big plans,...

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Harsh Words

Sometimes we are the harshest with the people around us. This poem puts it into perspective. I ran into a stranger as he passed by, “Oh excuse me please” was my reply. He said, “Please excuse me too; I wasn’t watching for you.” We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. “Move...