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If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart. What about the Christmas gift He sent you in Bethlehem; not to mention that Friday at Calvary. Face it, He's crazy about you. |
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This day is mine to mar or make, God, keep me strong and true. Let me no erring bypath take, No doubtful action do. Let all I meet along the way, Speak well of me tonight, I would not have the humblest say I'd hurt them by a slight. Grant me when the setting sun, This fleeting day shall end, That I rejoice over something done, Be richer by a friend. Let there be something true and fine, When night slips down to tell, That I have lived this day of mine, Not selfishly, but well.
Anonymous |
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