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Written by Sandra Boyte
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Wednesday, 22 September 2004 16:00 |
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It was only a handmade trinket,
With little beauty or worth.
Still, the proudest gift she had given
In her five years upon the earth.
When her dad, in terrible anger,
Destroyed her work of art
In blindness, he never realized,
What he shattered was her heart.
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Last Updated on Thursday, 16 September 2004 14:36 |
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Written by Sandra Boyte
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Thursday, 16 September 2004 16:00 |
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Don?t give away your blessings
By the way you choose to live.
Don?t throw away your riches
By the way in which you give.
As you cast upon the water
So it will return to you.
And as you share with others,
God will share His wealth too.
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Last Updated on Thursday, 16 September 2004 14:33 |
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Written by Sandra Boyte
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Thursday, 16 September 2004 14:25 |
Love holds on.
Love is strong,
Never wavers, never bends,
Is truer than any friend.
Love survives.
Love always tries,
Never ceases to amaze,
Lives beyond any grave.
You may ask why love tries,
Gives its all, even dies,
As Jesus died for us?
That?s what love does.
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Last Updated on Thursday, 16 September 2004 14:26 |
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Written by Sandra Boyte
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Sunday, 04 July 2004 16:00 |
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What words can I use
To show my gratitude
For all You have done for me?
And what can I say,
That will show, in some way,
How You, Lord, have set me free?
There are no words
To speak Your Grace,
Your wonderful love,
Your matchless Name,
Your Holiness,
With mercy assured..
I will praise You,
With more than words.
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Last Updated on Saturday, 03 July 2004 18:00 |
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Written by Sandra Boyte
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Wednesday, 23 June 2004 16:00 |
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Don?t give away your blessings
By the way you choose to live.
Don?t throw away your riches
By the way in which you give.
As you cast upon the water
So it will return to you.
And as you share with others,
God will share His wealth too.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 23 June 2004 17:37 |
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