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Alabaster Tears Lord, as the tears flow down and stream down my face the pain of lossing is unbearable but I cling to You and Your Amazing Grace. I am reminded of the woman who shed her tears the perfume when she broke the vase she spread with her hair the perfume filled the rooom in prepation of our Savior's death which the fragrance didn't stop there. Her Love was so great to be remembered always our grief is really for our own heart's care in memory of them we cherish ourselves the joy like the fragrance we'll share. For we know one day in the near future we will once again reunite with those above they will never ever be able to devide us Death was conquered with God's undying Love. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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