Easter is a time of love, A time of death and pain undone, So we may know the power of The love that lives in each one. Each love we feel, unstained and free, Redeems us-as with you and me. Easter is a time of love, A time of death and pain undone, So we may know the power of …
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A perfect God demands a perfect justice; He cannot let us get away with sin. We used God’s gift of our free will to trespass, So heaven’s gates were closed; we couldn’t get in. Our sin required our blood, a sacrifice, To atone for all the wrongs that we had done. “But I love them!” cried our Father, filled with …
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If I stop to kick every barking dog I am not going to get where I’m going. — Jackie Joyner-Kersee Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations can never effect a reform.— Susan B. Anthony You can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. — Shonda Rhimes If you don’t like the road you’re …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by …
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Lord, are there roses in your garden On the shores of jubilee Would you pick a dozen of your best And deliver them for me? For you see, today is …
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London Bridge Is Falling Down London Bridge is broken down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood …
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A single flower he sent me ,since we met all tenderly his messenger he chose; deep-hearted, pure with scented dew still wet one perfect rose. I knew the language of …
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