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WELCOME |
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IF I AM TRULY HONEST |
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I CAN NOT SAY I OFFER LOVE |
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TO EVERY STRANGER I MEET |
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FOR THEN WHAT WOULD I OFFER |
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TO THOSE TRULY SPECIAL IN MY LIFE |
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INSTEAD, I WOULD LIKE TO BELIEVE |
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I OFFER |
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UNDERSTANDING |
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THAT THEIR LIFE IS AS IMPORTANT TO THEM |
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AS MINE IS TO ME |
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COMPASSION |
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FOR ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING |
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THAT COMES WITH BEING HUMAN |
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TOLERANCE |
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OF THAT WHICH THEY CHOOSE TO BELIEVE |
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AND THE WAY THEY CHOSE TO LIVE |
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AND THE FREEDOM |
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TO KNOW THEIR OWN LIFE |
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AND TO DISCOVER AND DEVELOPE THEIR OWN ABILITIES |
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WITHOUT ANY UNWARRANTED HATRED OR PREJUDICE FROM ME |
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FOR EVEN IF I DO NOT OFFER LOVE |
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THERE IS NO OTHER FOUNDATION |
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ON WHICH LOVE CAN GROW |
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JAVAN |
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I AM NOT VERY GOOD
AT THIS GAME CALLED LIFE
FOR I'VE NOT LEARNED TO SEE CHILDREN CRYING
WITHOUT FEELING PAIN
FOR I'VE NOT LEARNED TO WATCH ANIMALS DESTROYED
WITHOUT WONDERING WHY
FOR I'VE NOT YET MET A KING OR CELEBRITY
THAT I WOULD BOW DOWN TO
OR A MAN SO INSIGNIFICANT
THAT I WOULD USE FOR A STEPPING-STONE
FOR I'VE NOT LEARNED TO BE A "YES MAN"
TO NARROW MINDED PEOPLE WHO QUOTE RULES WITHOUT REASON
FOR I'VE NOT LEARNED DISHONESTY AS A MEANS FOR GETTING AHEAD
AND I'VE NOT LEARNED TO MANIPULATE
THE FEELINGS OF OTHERS
TO BE USED FOR MY OWN ADVANTAGES
THEN CAST ASIDE AS I SEE FIT
NO I AM NOT VERY GOOD
AT THIS GAME CALLED LIFE
AND IF EVERYTHING GOES WELL
MAYBE I NEVER WILL BE~ |
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A CHILD DOES NOT HAVE TO BE TAUGHT
HOW TO BE HAPPY
OR THE WAYS OF LOVE
IT IS FEAR, HATRED AND PREJUDICE
THAT HAVE TO TAUGHT
AND FROM THE CONDITION OF THE WORLD
WE CAN SEE
THAT UNFORTUNATELY
THERE ARE SOME VERY GOOD TEACHERS!
JAVAN
GOD MADE ME
I cannot
change
the way I
am,
I never
really try,
God
made me
different
and
unique,
I never
ask him
why.
If I
appear
peculiar,
There's
nothing I
can do,
You must
accept
me as I
am,
As I've
accepted
you.
God
made a
casting of
each life,
Then
threw the
old away,
Each
child is
different
from the
rest,
Unlike as
night
from day.
So often
we will
criticize,
The things
that
others do,
But, do
you
know,
they do
not think,
The same
as me and
you.
So God
in all his
wisdom,
Who
knows us
all by
name,
He didn't
want us
to be
bored,
That's
why
we're not
the same!
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Isn't It Sad? When His childrens' malice is heard for every hurting word, The Lord must shed a tear Isn't it sad? Though we're children of the Light In darkness we plot and scheme, He knows us day or night, we hide as if unseen Isn't it sad? No, Jesus never said it would be easy. He never promised a perfect earth But to Him, every drop of blood you were worth Isn't it sad? How long will you go on, to your hearts' content and sin? Will you covet His forgiveness until the bitter end? Will His patience ever grow thin? Isn't it sad? You slap Him in the face, that's why He cried, that's why He died. Jesus loves you and went in your place Isn't it sad? So love your brothers and sisters His heart will burst with gladness. I think He would dance with the angels instead of enduring the sadness Enter My Kingdom Oh faithful child, here is your home. My Father and I have waited a lifetime We've loved you all along. by Lori Duncan© |
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IF THERE MUST BE PAIN
THEN LET IT BE MY PAIN
FOR IT WOULD BE EASIER TO BEAR
ANY PAIN THAT YOU MIGHT GIVE
THAN THE PAIN I WOULD FEEL
IN KNOWING THAT
I HAD HURT YOU |
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