Memories of My Mother
Thank you God for these precious years
you gave my life to extend;
Especially those past memories
of gone years to apprehend.
My mother gentle, kind and good
to God's creatures great and small.
And her endless love for mankind
regardless of race and all.
She was the one who took my hand
that first scary day of school;
And also sure I got braces --
tho, more skimping -- be a rule;
And, recalling her light, firm hand
soothing my hot aching brow --
Then, by my bed, she'd humbly kneel
asking God, "please heal me now!"
She gave hope and encouragement
when my days were dark and dreary,
Thank you God, for these memories --
that each year becomes more dear!
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Praises
Praise God, creator of us.
his sinful children ever dear,
His son born of our weak flesh;
and died for our redemption here,
Praise God our loving Creator
for the beauty of our Earth:
clouds, sun, moon and countless stars;
forest, hills, leaves and hills of worth.
Praise God of all creation,
even tho trials we oft must bear;
Remember his son Jesus
died for us, our burdens to share!
Praise him! praise him! -- the Most High;
Holy Creator ever high, Amen.
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God's Super Flying Machine
There are many and varied kinds
of super flying machines
That our government and public
wisely use in many scenes;
It took years of search and study
to make them as they are now --
But so little time and effort
needs this baby on the bough!
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