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To God who we love






The power of God

beyond compare

causes me to wonder

at the price He had to bear



For us to be

at last free

from the sins passed down

and be able to see



The touch of His hand

no matter where we look

The gift of His life

as put in the Book



He created the day

and even the night

He created the stars

and the sun so bright



He gave us this life

we hold so dear

so when we return it to Him

we feel no fear



His love is so huge,

that there is naught to compare

He gives it for free

So with others we can share



The plan for our lives

is for us to go forth

to help others partake

of that which we have been given









The Peace of God

so perfect and true

must to others be given

and it's ours to do



So come now friend

pass Him to others

as He has said

and sleep ye well

when you go to bed



The eternal treasures

built here below

will serve in haven

to open the door



To peace everlasting

and joy beyond belief

as we stand on the shores

of the Crystal Sea



To honor our God

as He sits upon His Throne

With His children roundabout

never again to roam.


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I have been to more places than most people, I have done more things than most people, I have survived more things than most others have encountered. I have continually learned throughout this process and arrived at the conclusion that the differences we see keep us curious, and that keeps us alive. Never ever stop learning, and school and college is not the only place to learn, in fact it is limiting the amount and quality of knowledge we have. Communication is what makes this planet better, we have to learn to communicate better. Communication is not only content, but also delivery. talking to or with someone is totally different than talking at them. more…

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