Treasure Island

Cecelia Weir

(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

A Golden Tribute


People who care
Are people who share.
They make our days brighter
And our burdens
Become lighter to bear.

To you beloved friend
I'm willing to share
For you know I care
About the obstacles of life
That You meet.

Jesus is our best freind
He loves and cares for us all.
How can we represent Him
If I fail to answer your call.

So thru thick and thin
Know this earthly friend
Cares about your challenges
Around your lifes bend.
My beloved friend.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Edited: Thursday, June 10, 2004

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