As I set at my comp words pour fourth like never before

[happy harold]

Why am I sad.



I dare not think my thought's run wild
I start to cry like a little child.
Another quiet day time has almost stopped
I dream of the past and good times my childrens laughter.
A warm smile from a friend that stopped by for a chat.
Shareing a meal around the kitchen table.
A warm fire a babys cry in the night.
I soon will be leaving this earth.
Will I be remembered .
My heart bleeds with grief.
I'm lost but not to God .
Harold Baker April 30 530 pm 2009

 

[Mike from MI "Iron Brigade"]

God is sending you those words!

 

[Anonymous]

God's Holy Spirit is moving with your spirit and giving you the words to write and to give you and others encouragement and strength to keep on, keepin' on for our Lord! Keep on serving our Savior! God Bless! Betty

 

[DK]

Harold--Continue to let God use you in writing. Your words may be just what someone needs to read or hear at a difficult time.

 

[Mike Chgo area]

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