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Most crossword puzzle workers
Use pencils with erasers.
It helps a lot when words don't fit
Within allotted spaces.
When I do crossword puzzles, though,
It's imperative that I think;
I can't afford to make mistakes,
'Cause I do mine in ink.
by Ray Prillwitz
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When we are stricken with disease
That takes away our breath,
Our strong hearts falter then, with fear,
That this will end with death.
 

How precious is that breath of life
That keeps our strong hearts going;
So we must do the best we can,
To keep that life-line flowing.
 

We struggle hard to get our breath,
Inhalers give relief;
And nebulizers give us help,
To cause our lungs to breathe.
 

And sometimes oxygen is used;
We need to take it pure.
These all just treat the symptoms.
But we know there is no cure.
 

And as we struggle, in our pain,
It rests our hearts to know;
That there are others near, who care,
As heartfelt love they show.
 

They give their love unselfishly
As friends in need, to be.
We value much their fervent prayers,
That bring sweet serenity.
 

Lord, help us savor every day,
The breath of life you give,
And the love of friends around us,
As long as we shall live.
 

by Ray Prillwitz
Written for my daughter Sharon
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God sees my affliction, He knows all my pains,
So why won't He help me, my health to regain?
Doesn't He hear me, as I offer my prayer?
Is He simply too busy, or doesn't he care?
 

To answer those questions, I decided to look
For proof of His caring, contained in His book.
The Bible gave answer in word plain and true;
He faithfully watches o'er me and o'er you.
 

He cares for the sparrow, and sees when they fall;
Can I doubt that He hears me, as on Him I call?
The hairs on my head are all numbered, you see:
That bespeaks of His love and compassion for me.
 

In the Bible, it tells me that those He loves best,
Are the ones He entrusts with the difficult tests.
He asks me to cast upon Him every care;
He will not make my burden too heavy to bear.
 

But my Lord gives me promise of courage and grace,
As He shows me His hands, the nail prints to trace;
And whispers, "my child, I know about pain,
Hold on a while longer, I am coming again."
 

by Ray Prillwitz
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HEAVENLY SUNSHINE

If you see me when I’m crabby or impatient;
If on my face there’s not a happy smile;
If from my mouth comes words both mean and hurtful;
I hope you know, that’s really not my style.

So when I know I’m in that situation,
The remedy I know, both how, and where;
I separate myself from other people,
And on my knees, I go to God in prayer.

I hope you then see that I’m really happy;
That the smile that’s on my face is really mine.
And that my life reflects His constant blessing,
As my Heavenly Father grants me His sunshine.

by Ray Prillwitz

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I’ll be your true Valentine, because I’m your friend;
I’ll still be your Valentine, right up to the end.
Angels behold us,
Our God will enfold us,
And just as He told us, His blessings He’ll send.

I pray for you daily, because I’m your friend;
And I’ll pray for you daily, right up to the end.
Prayer will maintain us,
And hope will sustain us,
I know He will train us, on Him to depend.

by Ray Prillwitz

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I snuck out of church one Sunday,
To go out and hunt me a bear.
I clumb up the hill to the mesa,
To see if a critter was there.

The path, it just twisted and spiraled,
As it found its way up to the top.
I traveled along without resting,
I was anxious and did not wish to stop.

As I rounded a difficult corner,
I was going like sixty, for fair;
When I ‘spose you have already guessed it,
I ran into a mighty big bear.

My gun clattered down off the hillside;
I was petrified and I couldn’t rise.
As the monster decided to charge me,
I lifted my eyes to the skies.

Dear Lord, I’m so sorry I skipped church;
Forgive me and help me today.
Please make that old bear a Christian,
And save his poor soul, I pray.

At that, the old bear, he slid to a halt,
And fell down on his fur-covered knees;
He clasped both his paws together,
And this prayer wafted out on the breeze.

“Dear God, bless this food I am about to receive...”

by Ray Prillwitz
(based on a joke by and unknown author)
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