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Jesus Is Always True

I'm So Glad I Know the Lord Do You Know Him, Too?

Cooling the Apple Pies In the Windows

Remembering Mother's Day

The Beautiful Pink Daffodils

I Once Was Lost But Now I See

Mom's Gardenia Bush

The Wind and the Waves

Remembering Dad and Mom

The Beautiful Camellias

The Green Grass Of Home

The Love Of One Brother For Another

He Came Alone

Mother's Day In Heaven

I''d Rather Have Jesus

Jesus is Real

The Ringing of the Christmas Bells

Courtney and Ronnie Are My Mentors

Zandra Sees the Robin

The Love Of His Life Has Passed Away

Praise the Lord

Lyle--A Man of Many Talents

Ronnie and His Invaluableness

Ronnie--A Man With A Purpose

The Happiness of the Birds Is God's Gift To All People

Be One That Circumspectly Walks to Please God

Mom's Desire to Please God Is For All Time

Lyle Is a Treasured Man Whom I Care and Love

Ronnie and His Desire to Love Others

The Birds From God Gently Sing

Ronnie--a Man of Truth Always

Give of Your Best to Jesus All the Time

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Yesterday Has Left Never To Return

This is the thing about our yesterdays.
Once they occur they are gone forever and will not be repeated.
There is nothing that can convince me of them ever coming again.
For the Lord has caused the days to change at His will.
It is up to Him to allow us a new day and for some it is our last.
Mom and Dad had seen their last day as they left this earth for their Heavenly home.
I have no doubt the two are spending forever with Jesus for they have made their decisions for Jesus years ago.
Yesterday are things that are ephemeral for they are short lived.
A one twenty-four hour period of a day and afterward it becomes a memory.
It is something that becomes like history to all the inhabitants.
NO one is able to retrieve yesterday to live over again.
Memories are there to help the person to reflect about the past.
But the yesterdays themselves will never be relived again.
Every prudent person knows this to be true and will find it always the same.
(& COPY Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)

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