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God's Children
I may live one hundred years.
I may only live until tomorrow.
I may travel to far places.
I may only travel no farther than home.
I may be rich and well-known.
I may only be poor and unknown.
I may be an educated person.
I may only be a common laborer.
I may be a king.
I may only be a beggar.
I may be thousands.
I may only be one.
In God's eyes I am only His children.
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Grandma's Legacy
Astride the wind of pain there is relief.
On the wings of sorrow there is joy.
In the cloud of turmoil there is peace.
In the middle of havoc there is order.
In the center of death there is life.
At the end of all this there is a legacy.
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Ode to Her
Weep some more for her for the tears seem never to stop.
A babe too young to leave her mother's arms.
She is taken away with hurt and loss.
Given to our Father without fear or pain she goes.
Into his loving embrace she is saved and secure.
The loss of her is felt for she was also loved on earth.
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Guess Who?
What is it you see? I ask
A snapshot of a child, You say.
A little boy in a baseball suit
with a hat too big for his head.
He holds a ball in one hand
and a bat in the other hand.
He wears an impish smile and
has a merry twinkle in his eye.
Who is he? You ask.
I proudly reply, He is my nephew
That's who!
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Stop and Listen
Did you ever stop and listen to the great outdoors.
Tarry as you walk across the back yard or down a country road.
Pause only a moment and hear nature's own music.
The sweet voices of different birds as they join one choir.
The gentle hum of bees and insects going from flower to flower.
The soft cry of a baby when he's first awake.
The distant drone of a jet as it flies to far places.
The quiet sway of the trees when the breeze ruffles their leaves.
Just stop and listen and you will hear it too.
©opyright Lisa L.Coffey