Trula Hewitt Poems

God gives us our life
In moments, the hors of day,
If we are to bear life's burdens
We must take the time to pray, For all the precious moments
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Kurtisha, was a wee little girl
And a wee little girl is she,
She rides the tractor all around
And claps her hands with glee, With her big blue eyes and happy smile
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When the evening shadows fall
And with my work all done
I take my chair and my bible
And read about God's precious Son, How he left his home in glory
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