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  Chrisitan Literature

  Sunday Afternoon        
    No Coward Soul  is Mine |  The God  I Know? | Real Power

   
Monday Afternoon
   An Eye For An Eye |  Nearer My God To Thee | Peace After the Storm

  
Tuesday Afternoon
   No Turning Back! | Smile! | Phat Tuesdays

  
Wednesday Afternoon
  Choose Today | Find Your Place | Tips & Tricks

  
Thursday Afternoon
  Song of Ascents | ... the Nile | Spirit vs. the Flesh | Fruit of the Spirit

  Friday Afternoon
   Daughters | Principles of Life |
  
  Saturday Afternoon
   Saturday's Child | ... Out Of Darkness |... the River | Why Me? 
          
 

  
       


                               
 


Did you know that I longed for the smile on your face?

For the sound of your voice ringing true.

Did you know I grew stronger and better because

"I had merely touched hearts with you."

I'm glad that I live, that I battle and strive,

For a place that I know I must fill.

I'm thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin

What fortune may bring, good or ill.

I may not have wealth, I may not be great

But I know I will always be true,

For I have in my life, that courage you gave,

When once, "I touched hearts with you."

(Author unknown)
Submitted By: Cathy
CHILDREN ON THE PORCH
As I Grow
A Prayer for Children
Do You Hear the Children ...?
Littleje Annie Ruth
Today's Treasures

IN LOVE, IN PAIN, IN TIME
Pathway of Pain
Love's Path
Be Mine
Two Paths

LADIES STEPPIN' UP
AIN'T I A WOMAN
ANNIE RUTH
MARY'S DAILY DIARY
A REAL GODMOTHER - P. JONES (partI)

THE SPIRIT OF AMERICA
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
GOD BLESS AMERICA
OLD GLORY

... MORE
RESOURCES FOR POETS & WRITERS

MANKIND - KEEPING IT REAL
THE SHIVERING BEGGAR
FATHER'S LOVE LETTER
FATHER'S CRY
THINGS WILL COME AND THINGS WILL GO






WEDDINGS  -  WITH THIS RING...
J
EFFERY MANNING & KATINA NEAL
Prayer Requests
A word is dead when it is said, some say.
  I say it just  begins to live that day.

 
By Emily Dickinson


There's a comforting thought at the close of the day

When I'm weary and lonely and sad

That sort of grips hold of this poor old heart

And bids it be merry and glad.

It gets in my being, and drives out the blues

And finally thrills through and through,

It's just a sweet memory, that chants this refrain,

"I'm glad I touched hearts with you."

Did you know you were brave?

Did you know you were strong?

Did you know there was one leaning hard?

Did you know that I waited, and listened and prayed?

And was cheered by your simplest word.
TOUCHING HEARTS
Poets' Porch P. Jones
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