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February 29, 2012 ·

For those who will understand: Lord, thankyou for the friends I’ve known and horses rode. Thankyou for the sunrise across a mountain peak,with frost upon my bedroll,and the smell of coffee by the fire. Thankyou for the life I have lived, and the friends and familly who made it mine. Thankyou for the broken bones,burns,scrapes and bruises. For these are what remind me of the beautiful and blessed life I have lived! One more thing Lord, if I may? Let my memory be told in stories around some campfire for many years to come.

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Prayer for this Day.

Thanksgiving Prayer 2009
Thankyou Lord for this day.
Time spent with friends and familly.
Thankyou for the bounty of food before us.
Please bless the hands that prepared this meal,
And bless those who are about to enjoy your wonderful bounty.
Lord, help us remember each and evey day,all thye blessings we have.
Let us never forget that it is your loving Grace that makes our time here possible.
Keep us humble Lord, so that we may never think more of ourselves than we Truely are…
Your loving and children.

Watch over our young men & women who are in harms way this day.
Be with them as they fight a distant war to keep us safe.
Give them strenght and give them peace.
If you should find it needed to call one our Soldiers home,
Be with them and give them comfort, and be with their familly.

Please Lord, Bless friends & familly gathered this day.
Amen

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“The Echo of a Teardrop”

“The Echo of a Teardrop”
A teardrop is silent, no sound can be heard.
It falls to the ground, silence undisturbed.
But the echo remains, forever in our mind,
It crashes upon our conscious thoughts, of times gone behind.
Perhaps the echo of the teardrop, that awakes us from our sleep,
Is the memory of a child, that upon this Earth we could not keep.
The echo can shatter, the silence of our day.
Or come upon us silently, as we kneel down to pray.
The echo of a teardrop, forever shall rebound,
From across God’s universe, we shall often hear the sound.
A reminder that of the reason, that each teardrop fell,
So that we shall always be enchanted, by a precious child’s spell.
The echo of the teardrop, will bring more teardrops from my eyes,
And silently again they fall, but my spirit soars on high.
Because the echo of the teardrop, reminds in time I will be free,
And in time my Earthly bounds I’ll break, and that child again I’ll see.

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