WROTE YOUR NAME ON A PIECE OF PAPER BUT I ACCIDENTALLY THREW IT AWAY. I WROTE YOUR NAME ON MY HAND, BUT IT WASHED AWAY. I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND, BUT THE WAVES WHISPERED IT AWAY. I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART, AND FOREVER IT WILL STAY.

The Music of the HeartIn every human heart there is always a special song.A melody that touches the soul, a melody that can do no wrong.Sometimes we hear a sad song when good friends part,Or simply for a broken tired heart.Sometimes we hear a happy song when a new baby is born.Or simply it is just for a beautiful morn.With any song there are many movements,But that divine melody never ever relents.One movement will be sad; the next movement will make us feel glad.Life is made up of many songs.Each song is special. Each song belongs.Each day is orchestrated to perfection by the divine.But there will always be one song that is uniquely mine.The music of the heart accompanies us throughout life.In happiness and in strife.But it will always be there to bring comfort and peace.With this melody comes the greatest release.Embrace that special song in your heart.That divine melody and you will never ever part.It will always be there when you need to hear it.Be still, be at peace and listen to it.Always give thanks for that special song from above.Listen to the music of the heart and fill the world with love.© Andrew PellHave A Great Day HugsssssssDon

Thanksgiving Dinner Poem, Song and PrayerOur table is set now; great food you can bet now.It's Thanksgiving Day, and we're ready to eat;All those near and dear us are here today to cheer us.This dinner is a winner, a wonderful treat.It's time to be thankful for all that God gives us;Dear Lord, we are grateful; Dear God, hear our prayer.It's You we are praising; our voices we are raising;Bless us and bless this food; keep us safe in your care.By Joanna FuchsMost of AllThanksgiving Day brings to mindthe blessings in our livesthat usually go unnoticed:a home that surrounds uswith comfort and protection;delicious food, for pleasurein both eating and sharing;clothes to snuggle up in,books and good entertainmentto expand our minds;and freedom to worship our God.Most of all we are thankfulfor our family and friends,those treasured peoplewho make our lives extra special.You are part of that cherished group.On Thanksgiving, (and every day)we appreciate you.Happy Thanksgiving!Have A Great DayHugssssssDon

The Dew Drop Peter Hughes As the sun rose, a dew drop became aware of its surroundings. There it sat on a leaf, catching the sunlight and throwing it back out. Proud of its simple beauty, it was very content. Around it were other dew drops, some on the same leaf and some on other leaves round about. The dew drop was sure that it was the best, the most special dew drop of them all.Ah, it was good to be a dew drop.The wind rose and the plant began to shake, tipping the leaf. Terror gripped the dew drop as gravity pulled it towards the edge of the leaf, towards the unknown. Why? Why was this happening? Things were comfortable. Things were safe. Why did they have to change? Why? Why?The dew drop reached the edge of the leaf. It was terrified, certain that it would be smashed into a thousand pieces below, sure that this was the end. The day had only just begun and the end had come so quickly. It seemed so unfair. It seemed so meaningless. It tried desperately to do whatever it could to cling to the leaf, but it was no use.Finally, it let go, surrendering to the pull of gravity. Down, down it fell. Below there seemed to be a mirror. A reflection of itself seemed to be coming up to meet the dew drop. Closer and closer they came together until finally...And then the fear transformed into deep joy as the tiny dew drop merged with the vastness that was the pond. Now the dew drop was no more, but it was not destroyed.It had become one with the whole.Have a great DayHugssssssssssDon

DownpourThe rain falls overhead softly pattering soothing caressing A melodious symphony of nature beginning quietly gaining intensity until a steady, constant downpour A wonderous, private concert experienced only by open ears Music from the heavens so precious I listen, enraptured cherishing the experience Slowly tapering off until just the last lingering drops gently land on the ground and then just a memory lingering in the air The rain falls on my head mingling on my face with tears easing my pain my grief Water provides sustenance, an essential ingredient for life, It nourishes the earth and my withered heart. Healing my loss Washing away my sorrow Restoring my soul. Have A Great DayHugsssssssssssssDon

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THROUGH MISTY EYESWhen the beauty life holds,Becomes blurry with tears,When God's splendor unfolds,And becomes marred by those tears.Remember your Father,Succumb to His embrace,Yield your surrender,To His healing and grace. When your heart is crying,And your soul disheartened,Forlornly hoping,And needing to be gladdened.Cry out to your Father,Rest in His compassion,Seek the great Comforter,Lean on His affection.When the joy of your salvation,Is stripped from your heart,In abandoned desolation,When your soul is torn apart.To His comforting solace,Unload and confess,Look to His tranquil face,Feel His gentle caress.Have a Great NightHugsssssssDon

WELCOME TO FUBAR! I DON'T HAVE A LOUNGE AND I'M NOT IN ANY CONTESTS. I'M JUST LEAVING YOU A 10 TO KEEP YOU GOING! HAVE FUN EXPLORING AND MEETING NEW PEOPLE!