Jean Woodlee Poems

My love is deep as the ocean.
My love is high as the sky.
I will love you for always and ever,
Until all the oceans run dry.
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The little children in the country school were reciting the Lord's prayer.
When the sound of the air-raid siren made them dive beneath their chair.
The teacher tried her best not to show her alarm.
A daylight bombing raid she prayed no one would come to harm.
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They led Him up a steep steep hill.
All of a sudden the crowd become still.
They tied Him to a cruel tree.
He hung and suffered so we would be free.
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