tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451207846612054442012-02-18T16:40:39.313-06:00~ Life's blessings, delights, and joys shared simply through photo and verse. ~Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03984967027046436970noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445120784661205444.post-85203548546106932952011-02-14T13:19:00.000-06:002011-02-14T13:19:43.041-06:00

A friend loveth at all times... Proverbs 17:17

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I'd give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of Life's decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day. ~Lewis Carroll

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If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray,and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways;then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and heal their lands. II Chronicles 7:14

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I was in prison, locked up in chainssin held me captive to sorrow and painyears of frustrations as love passed me byuntil the Master heard my heart's cryfor gracemarvelous graceI needed grace to pardon and make me wholegracemarvelous graceflows from above with infinite lovemarvelous graceI was downhearted, I was broken insidepraying for mercy with nowhere to hidethere was a solace searching for

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Matthew 1811 For the Son of man is come save that which was lost.12 How think ye? If a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray?13 And if so be that he find it, verily I say unto you, he rejoiceth more of that sheep, than of the nonety and nine which went not astray.14 Even

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Unmoved I saw you blooming,Your crimson cap uploomingAbove the jewel weed;‘Tis true I passed unheeding,Unmindful of your pleading,Until she gave you heed.But when she paused and plucked you,And in her bosom tucked you,And filled her girlish hands,New beauty filled your measure,You shone a woodland treasureAmid the floral clans.Your martial look grew tender,More winsome was your splendorWith her

Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03984967027046436970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445120784661205444.post-25986074334815966992009-05-29T07:53:00.003-05:002009-05-29T08:09:16.573-05:00

(paper art by Lana Manis) You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of your heart that you truly give.~ Author unknown

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O! say can you see by the dawn's early lightWhat so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming.Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.O! say does that star-spangled banner yet waveO'er the land of

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(photo: York Grist Mill in Pall Mall, TN) "The fear of God makes heroes, the fear of man makes cowards." spoken by Sgt. Alvin C. York, WWI heroFentress County, TN native(my home county) ~*~

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{can you see the little ant in the photo above?} All things bright and beautiful,All creatures great and small,All things wise and wonderful:The Lord God made them all.(excerpt from Hymns For Little Childrenby Cecil Alexander 1848) ~*~

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EcclesiastesOR, THE PREACHER1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:2a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;3a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;4a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;5a time to cast away stones, and

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Thou meekest emblem of the infant tear,Why droops so cold and wan thy fragrant head?Ah! why retiring to thy frozen bed,Steals from thy silky leaves the trembling tear?Day's op'ning eye shall warm thy gentle breast,Revive thy timid charms and sickly hue;Thy drooping buds shall drink the morning dew,And bloom again by glowing PHOEBUS drest;Or should the midnight damp, with icy breath,Nip thy pale

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Better one byrde in hande than ten in the wood.John Heywood 1546

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...in remembrance of sweet childhood days...~*~

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“Cats are mysterious kind of folk - there is more passing in their minds than we are aware of."Sir Walter Scott 1771-1832~*~

Lanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03984967027046436970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445120784661205444.post-4412284300191884782009-01-01T00:01:00.001-06:002009-01-01T00:01:01.476-06:00

Another fresh new year is here . . .Another year to live!To banish worry, doubt, and fear,To love and laugh and give!This bright new year is given meTo live each day with zest . . .To daily grow and try to beMy highest and my best!I have the opportunityOnce more to right some wrongs,To pray for peace, to plant a tree,And sing more joyful songs!William Arthur Ward 1921-1994

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