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ALL LIVES MATTER

ACRES OF DIAMONDS

ON ASSIGNMENT

HEAVENLY CHOICES

SATAN'S PLOT



THE MUSIC OF LIFE

MY MIRACLE

HOPE AND FAITH

CONFIDENCE IN CHRIST JESUS

Live-streaming

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

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Memorial Day Memories

 
With hands upon our hearts,
We will let our memories yield
Toward the many fallen soldiers
On some far off battlefield...
 
To row upon another row
Of neatly placed white stone...
Adorned with Stars of David
Or a Cross to set the tone.
 
But whether Jew or Gentile...
 Whether black, brown, red, or white...
Some  mother's son or daughter
Had to go down in the fight.
 
O, this is the cost of freedom!!
 Some sad father will reflect
Upon a moment lost in time...
 Some old memory will inject
 
A fishing trip...a football game...
A young, tow-headed boy...
Life ended on some foreign soil
To never more enjoy.
 
Some mom recalls the cookies
She once helped her child to bake.
That memory will fill her eyes
And cause her heart to ache.
 
Some wife will walk her daughter
Down the church aisle to be wed...
Daddy could not be here today
Because, you see, daddy is dead.
 
Buried beneath the stars and stripes
Which we wave for freedom's way.
Yes, many are the tears that fall
On this and each Memorial Day.
 
Doris Jacobs-Covington
Memorial Day 2015
 
~~ Dedicated to Terry, Dandy, and George~~


John 15:13

Greater love has no one than this, that someone
 lay down his life for his friends.
 

Psalm 116:15

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death
of his saints.
 

Psalm 11:3

If the foundations are destroyed, what can
the righteous do?”
 
 














MEMORIAL DAY MEMORIES


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