I grew as a Preacher's daughter. My mother was an English Major. She graduated top of her class and received a scholarship. She wrote some things herself, but until I saw them, I never knew she had the same gift as I.
The strength of Jesus
Ties their hearts;
She sits by the gates of Heaven;
She sits by the weak and the lost;
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the quiet one....
the innocent one..
five years old
posing for a picture
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There's a little mouse in the house
At the wild and wooly hill upon the scape;
There's a tiny bird flying round
As I sleep...and wake...sleep...and wake;
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The spirit of adoption enters us..
Our hearts
Bound together like glue
Holds fast and we see
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We hunted worms in the black of night
After a rain;
Sort of what the Spanish do.
They look for snails in the morning after a rain
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