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And even less I have to leave. So, what I shall bequeath, my son, Is that which I've received... My mother taught me how to love, I found strength on the road called life, I've fought to cleave tightly to honor, Gained endurance in cases of strife. Honesty, has been my companion; Courage... my dearest friend, And, no matter what test I am facing, They help me get through in the end. I've taught you all the things I know; Practice will teach you the rest. Remember, give first what you wish to receive And always give it your best. If these gifts encourage you To reach out and touch the stars, To strive, for all you can be, And believe in who you are... Then I'll have lived successfully, Left you a legacy beyond all measure, Along with a wealth of memories I know you will always treasure. |
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Transforming things I think I see; He takes this world's filth and cold And somehow changes them to gold. My heart is moved; I'm alive, carefree, For he brings out the best in me. My David, how I love you so... So much more than you could know. |
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Tell me a story about a gazelle; Jumping and leaping, oh, how he did play Under the sun in the meadow all day. Tell me a story, tell me of course, Tell me a story about a black horse; Fast as the wind, how swift he would run Across open fields 'till daylight was done. Tell me a story, tell me oh please, Tell me of dolphins that live in the seas; Up on the waves, how they dance and they glide, Then down to the depths of the ocean they dive. Tell me a story, tell me one more, Tell me a story of eagles that soar; Way above mountains, high in the sky, Up with the clouds they do gracefully fly. Now I've told you stories of horses that run, Leaping gazelles that play in the sun, Dolphins that dance and eagles that soar; I've told you mine, won't you please tell me yours? |
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Your worth much more than you think you are. Though small in years, with fears so great, Many are times your fragile heart breaks. Please worry not and afraid do not be; There's nothing to do to receive love from me. No work must be done to earn my applause; The reason I love you is... just because! You give much more than you think you do; And precious I hold every gift from you. I value each hug, kiss, and flower you bring; Words can't describe how they make my heart sing. Your name, it means "Gift" and that you are: A midnight's most brilliant shining star. Sweet little Nathan, God's work of art, You hold a most special place in my heart. |
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I whisper soft this Mother's prayer: To give you all you need to grow, For soon your time will come to go. I wish for you so many things Like joy to make you laugh and sing, Strength, compassion, peace, and love, And guidance from our Lord above. I wish success in all you do, I hope your hurts and fears are few. And when the time may come you fail, That your endurance and faith prevail. Though now too small to understand A Mother's need to lend a hand, I'll be there to see you through No matter what you choose to do. I pray to teach you right from wrong, To soothe your tears with gentle song, But most of all, my child, to give You all my love each day I live. |
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He said, �I am glad to have found you; I've been searching both day and night. I am seeking out faithful soldiers who, with every ounce of their might, Will walk on the straight and narrow, while they're fighting with me for what's right." Amazed, I responded, �With due respect, Your Highness must certainly jest. If ever another's life rested on me, there's no way I'd pass that test. Besides, I'm not one of your subjects, I'm not certain that I know your name. I've never been part of your kingdom; in fact, I've no clue from which place you came." My rebuttal was met with silence; His expression showed no countermand. He simply sat straighter upon his steed before offering me his hand. On my knees now I cried in disbelief, "Do you know with whom you are speaking? I simply can't wear a warrior�s shoes; I�m incompetent, worse, a weakling!" He paused for a moment, thoughtfully, then he spoke with such grace and ease, "Rise up," he said, "And give me your hand, for my Father has drawn you to me." Abruptly, one from his ranks spoke out; I assumed it was with permission. Apparently to put me at ease, he then stated with firm conviction: "I too felt incredibly worthless, so unworthy to fight by his side. He then offered me a rare chance to see myself through his dear Father's eyes. Your battle will be against evil, while you balance the want versus need, Constantly warring against sinful pride and another strong enemy, greed. If you ask, you will be provided with added strength well beyond your own, Training, skill, an infallible sword, and what's more you're not fighting alone." So, here, I've heeded the prince�s call, as incompetent as I may be; For he knew that these future battles could successfully be fought by me. Very soon, dedicated soldier, you will see the prince coming your way, But living in peace tomorrow may mean you might die for the truth today. |
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I am so proud, of the wonderfully spiritual men you have both become!
Keep striving, though, to become better than you are right now,
refusing to be satisfied with the mediocre or average.
Great men continue to progress! And both of you have "Great" inside you!
I Know it!
I Believe it!
And I will never see you as anything less!
Just knowing you has made me a better person.
But being able to love you, and have a share in your lives,
is a gift from God I could never repay.
I will always love you both
so much more than you'll ever know."
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