Tag: comfort
member name: Debra B.
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June 11, 2008 12:54 AM EDT --
I enjoy to classical music. I enjoy other genres, but I especially like the emotions that a classical piece invokes within me. Whether it is classical, rock-&-roll, jazz, . . . more
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . . more
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June 09, 2008 07:49 PM EDT --
Traveling life's winding highway, its end nowhere to be seen.
The view was far, the sky was clear; the air was fresh and clean.
I refused to seek direction, sure to arrive on my own might.
The . . . more
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July 16, 2008 01:21 PM EDT --
I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is . . . more
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May 14, 2008 04:57 PM EDT --
Why wish for fine possessions,
if chaos dwells within?
Why should I act with charity,
if in my heart is sin?
Why lift my face to sunshine,
when it's storm clouds that I see?
And if I hear . . . more
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June 29, 2008 08:09 PM EDT --
I was thinking of an old Red Skelton routine--the one of an old man at a parade caught up in emotion when the American Flad was carried by--and came up with this. So, with Independence Day coming . . . more
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March 25, 2008 07:51 PM EDT --
Recenly in my Sunday School class a man expressed his skepticism when a child "goes forward" at the end of the church service to accept Christ as their Savior -- if the child . . . more
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April 11, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
Upon the mountain top
the clouds robe me,
the stars crown me,
the view is amazingly clear.
When I am on the mountain top,
I have . . . more
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April 21, 2008 07:50 PM EDT --
It's in that moment
'tween being awake and falling asleep
that my consciousness levitates
into that place where dreams float
upon extended wings of hope.
It's in that moment
'tween . . . more
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May 06, 2008 07:03 PM EDT --
Looking to the distance
the sun is kissing the earth.
A calico sunset 'neath a patchwork sky;
the shadows grow deeper,
the air smells sweeter,
I can hear the trees sigh.
And calm shrouds . . . more
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