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By Lory He was born a Savior in a small town Who rulers feared and the needy wanted around He had many followers, who heard his every word He spoke truth with wisdom and promised a better world He met a woman in the street, they called an Adulteress He urged those without sin, the first stone to cast He never judged, but looked the other way When they confessed, their sins he had forgave He healed the sick and gave sight to the blind He gave food to the hungry and Brought someone back to Life He suffered and died to save all of mankind They took his body, but his soul they could not find The man they called Christ, that some had called King And after three days, he rose to live again The Man who would be King Happy Easter  Take me back in time To the place where I grew up On a busy boulevard In the middle of the block See the big backyard Where all the kids come to play And the tree I use to climb Almost every other day What a view from the top Of the tree where I saw How small the field was Where the kids played ball Find the path that leads To the dead-end street Where the neighborhood kids Would play hide-n-go seek Picture the end of the road In the snowy winter time Watch us slide down the hill And land right in the ice I could ride my bike To the park from the pool Then take the back roads Where I use to go to school As I travel through time From the place where I grew up I bring back memories of My younger days that I so loved ~ Proverbs 16:9 All you have to do is Ask The Angels Say Throw away your Doubts The Angels Say Believe that It Will Be The Angels Say Be Patient and Let it Happen And After you receive Your Gift The Angels Say All you have to do is Say Thank You "For He will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways" ~ Psalm 91:11 by Lory They say he was the son of a Roman Deacon And drove the snakes out of Ireland They say, though he was not born there, He grew up with the memories of a slave They say he escaped with Pagans to France And later became a Bishop They say he heard the voices of the Irish Beckoning him over and over again They say he came back as a missionary To convert the Pagans into Christians They say he used the Clover as a sign of the Trinity To preach the word of God They say he was shunned by the aristocracy And the royals banned the wearin’ of the green They say he was the greatest missionary there ever was And they called him the Apostle of Ireland They say he built a church in Ireland And others followed his example Now they say his name with Pride, Strength, and Courage when they say… “Happy St Patrick’s Day” | Power of Prayer | Michele's Message | Poetry in Motion | | Return Home | Singles Events | Dance Clubs | A Spiritual Journey | Seminars & Retreats | Business & Job Services | Classified Ads | |
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