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About two months ago, I was sitting in church service, minding my own business. We had just finished worshiping through song, and our Missions and Outreach pastor was talking about upcoming summer missions trips, when suddenly my friend turned and slapped me on the leg and said, “You should go to Puerto Rico.” I chuckled…
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Oh, Papa Why are you so angry What did I do? I promise not to do it again if you can just tell me. The tears run down my face My little body shakes in fear I don’t understand what I did. I can’t even make out what you are saying I want to run,…
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Before the “Broken Heart” there was another The Young Heart A young heart bursting with life Love and energy The “Young Heart” feels it only exists to bring joy And it does to most of those around it But there was one the heart could never keep pleased The heart would twirl and dance Smile…
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The Broken Heart (Part 1) The morning dawns The heart wakes The pain of the last few months returns The wounds are still fresh The heart is still torn Yet another day begins Pushing forward to a new life Looking for a new place to land A fresh face and a pretty dress With shiny…
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Do you see this girl? At church, she is always there; whenever the church doors are open, she is serving or helping somewhere. She is seen with other people’s babies on her hip, and she is often rushing out of service to help in the nursery as needed. The old Southern Baptist grandma praises her…
