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March 24, 2012

O' The Joy (A Poem)



O' The Joy
No more weeping
No more sorrow
Jesus is alive.
Alive forever more.

The Stone was rolled away.
O' What Joy
Jesus walked away.


Death could not hold him.
The stone could not block him.
The guards could not stop him.


O' The Joy
No more weeping
No more sorrow
Jesus is alive
Alive forever more.



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    January 14, 2012

    Where to see Love



    Where to See Love

    Someone said show me love;
    A babyA Baby appeared.
    Someone said show me work;
    A babybaby walked.
    Someone said show me heart ache;
    A baby cried.
    Someone said show me patience;
    A mother smiled.
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