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THE MUSIC OF LIFE

MY MIRACLE

HOPE AND FAITH

CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST JESUS

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THE WONDERS OF HIS LOVE

SPIRITUAL THINGS

AIN'T NO ROCK

20/20 Vision

PROTECTING OUR BLINDSIDE

HE CHOOSE ME

SEEN AND LOVED BY GOD

TREASURE BOX

SETTLED OUT OF COURT

JESUS KNEW

BASKET OF EGGS

The AGONY AND THE ECSTACY

IT IS A MATTER OF THE HEART

BLIND MEN

STAY IN YOUR LANE

THE MESSIAH'S SEAT

THE SILENT CRY

THE SINFULNESS OF SIN

THE GLORY OF GOD

MORE THAN JUST A BABE

GOD'S GUARDIAN ANGELS

SHAME, OH SHAME, AMERICA

SEEDS OF STRIFE

RICH MAN/POOR MAN/HEAVEN/HELL

JESUS IS MISSING

PERFECT VERSUS IMPERFECT

ABBA FATHER

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The Old Veteran

 
“How old are you?” I asked him
And he answered, “Eighty three”
Although his steps were faltering,
His face was wrinkle free
 
I sat beside him on the stoop
That faced the blue bayou
He waved to some kids fishing there
Like they were someone he knew.
 
“Your grandchildren?” I inquired
And he nodded in delight
“Yeah, that’s Chase and Chance… and Caroline
Must have slipped out of my sight.
 
She’s almost sixteen.” He apologized
For not knowing where she’d gone
“Probably went to grab a coke
But I’m sure she won’t be long.”
 
I noticed the American flag
Was pinned to his lapel.
I complimented him on this
And, I swear, his chest did swell.
 
He sat up straight and solid
And he patted it a mite.
“Yeah, I do love wearing this thing
And I think I’ve earned the right.
 
I fought beside her there in France...
Forced Hitler’s army back.
That sure was a bloody battle…
Thought I’d die in that attack.
 
But, hey, they gave me medals…
Made me a regular hero.
Shucks, who wouldn’t fight for freedom
When you love your country so?
 
Yet you can't take it for granted,
He clenched his fist real tight.
There were too many body bags
For the ones lost in that fight.
 
Naw, we paid in blood protecting
These freedoms we’ve enjoyed
And those who burn the flag today…
Darn, I hate getting annoyed!”
 
He stood up as his grand daughter
Ran up to take his hand.
I stood at full attention
As I saluted this great man.
 
Doris Jacobs-Covington
November 10, 2012
 
 
Dedicated to the memory of my husband
~~Ishmael Covington~~



ISH COVINGTON...AGE 18

Psalm 144:1
Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
    who trains my hands for war,
    and my fingers for battle.
 




 





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