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Remember the homey made ice cream at home when they pulled the stobber that turned out of the center of the frozen mess and let yew lick it it was the best remember the raw potatoe that yew ate when mother was slow about supper that day remember the taste of the pies at the work place the cherries and blueberries remember the first time yew had to find something to eat when no ones around how you tried not to advertise the fact that yew scrounge the sacks from the lunches the kids on the buses left filled all mye wanting a day at a time bananas and peanut butter sandwiches so nice but sometimes eye worried that the little boys and girls were not eating there stuffins and it made me cry. Oh lovely LORD eye am so happy to have this but why do they toss it away. Eye would rather go empty secure in the knowledges that each little boy and girl have food today. Stores of Grocerys deliver me from need they have lots of things that can't be sold in the market place there is pieces of old fruits hammered cans dented beyond believe. There is the fast food places when they are closed eye am a Dempsey dumpster diver first and foremost some places leave the sandwiches still wrapped in the packages sometimes the boxes just like it is sold at the window the fries is usually in a sack all by themselves and they are usually not that very much too old that they can get. Last nite eye was so hungry when eye left that eye was eating leftovers near the park trays of food that people toss from the cars when they park. Garbage. Refuse. Trash. Homeless. No matter how yew say it there is no other way to report it eye call it the excess the pieces left over from the Diciples fish and bread supper. Eye call it mye gather. Eye use it for supper. Deliver me from Death and yew have done it Deliver me from the elements and eye have a roof overhang at the Church down the street. Deliver me from false proclamations such as the End of Time is coming on the Fourth of November Tomorrow is the End of the World. GO now and stand on the street corner with a placard that says Jesus is coming tomorrow for certain deranged a nut ewe aer not balanced in the Word not learned in the scriptures. He MAY do so he may come TODAY for that matter. But you may never knoe the time for only the Father of GOD knoes the day and hour that his SON will return to this World he has made. This is from the http://hbpub.vo.llnwd.net/o16/excerpts/9780374334673EX.pdf  Rex Zero and The End Of The World.  Then I notice the old man. The old man with the sign.
It's the summer of 1962 and there is a man in the park
with a sign that says the end of the world is coming. He even
THE END OF THE WORLD
knows the date—October 23. Except he has trouble with his
b's and d's, so the sign says OCTODER. The words and numbers
are printed in black ink on bright yellow bristol board
stapled to a stick. In even bigger words printed in red ink the
sign says, PREPARE TO MEET THY GOB. This man was an exception to the crazxy law s they make in this country to allow folks there rights.
No Bible-believing Christian will claim to know, let alone predict, the end of the world. The teachings of Christ on the subject are very clear. He said only God the Father knows. Eye stand at foot of cross and pray deliver me today and then eye pause oh yes eye see you did that already for me you died upon a tree. Only God can save a world with the shedding of HIS blood. Only God deliver me and yes eye live eye breathe and thank thee for now eye see how eye am delivered and it comforts me.


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