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@Ching13 in December 2021

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Cross It's not gold, Or silver you think. Not even a diamond, Or any precious stone it may. It's not a castle, Filled with dungeons and towers Not even a car, That could take you so far. It is a gift, Given long time ago Not worth that much of a fortune, Yet would stand till time is gone. He hanged on the cross, Just to pay the cost Just to give a gift, To me who is lost

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Nature's Music The rays of sun flared to a run With big tall trees outside The trees of love that reached above That God had glorified When God made trees to shade The trees of life that grew He placed some birds that sung the words What Jesus taught them to Placed by God in a Lily oof A singing frog or two In heaven's grace the frogs sang bass Before the day was through Duets are heard with frog and bird They sing in aim to please Twined together in great weather Atiund the…

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Life Sometimes I see it as a straight line Drawn with a pencil and a ruler Transecting the circle of the world Or as a finger piercing A smoke-ring, casual, inquisitive, But then the sun will come out Or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder. If it is one thing, a large ball of air and memory, Or many things, a string of small farming towns, a dark road winding through them. Let us say it is a field I have been hoeing every day, Hoeing and singing, Then going to…

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Today's hope Where in this world that oft divides Can true compassion show its face, I doubted that I'd ever see but I was wrong, I've see it's place. It's there on every nurse's brow In each and every Doctors' eyes. Joined by a common foe, Defeat is not a word they know. The world will wait with bated breath, Send love to fuel the tired army Their clapping hands provide the muster That each and every service worker Deserved to hear forever after, When the terror passes as…

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Self-love He that cannot choose but love, And strives against it still, Never shall my fancy move, For he loves 'gains his will; nor he which is all his own, And can at pleasure choose, When I am caught he can be gone And when he list refuse. nor he that love none but fair, For such by all are sought; nor he that hath wit, For he will make me his jest or slace nor a fool, for when others He can neither Nor he that still mistress pays, For she is thalled therefore nor he that…