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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...

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Keep On Singing

Keep On Singing Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy’s tummy. The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes… every minute. But complications arise during delivery. After hours of labor...

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A Little Bird Told Me…

A Little Bird Told Me… “Oh, there you are, Jack,” I said as I looked up from planting a geranium. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you for awhile and I was wondering about you,” I said as I washed off my hands with the hose and dried them on a rag. I walked toward the bench to rest and visit with Jack for a while. I had left my tea and toast on the table next to the bench that I had brought out for breakfast. “Care for some toast, Jack?” I asked as I offered to share...

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The Bicycle Daddy Made

The Bicycle Daddy Made I didn’t know bikes sold in stores in shiny red and blue; My bike was made of junk yard parts my daddy sorted through. My brother and my sisters all had bikes that Daddy also made; And learning to ride my own bike was something that I craved. My Daddy promised me a bike when I reached six years old; As that birthday loomed ahead, my begging grew more bold. Finally he went to the basement to build a bike for me, Using all those rusted parts he picked up nearly free. The bike he built...

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An Angel Knocking

An Angel Knocking There came a frantic knock At the doctor’s office door, A knock, more urgent than he had ever heard before. ~~~~ “Come in, Come in,” the impatient doctor said, “Come in, Come in, before you wake the dead.” ~~ In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine, It was plain for all to see, she had troubles on her mind. ~~~ “Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me, My mother is surely dying, she’s as sick as she can be.” ~~~~ “I don’t make house calls, bring your mother here,” “But...