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Oct 18, 2008
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Random Thoughts
Sitting on the back porch swing
Looking at the midnight sky
Nothing but me and the stars
Remembered my youngest child
Asked me if God had to stand
On a chair to get the stars
Up so very high above
Pretty profound thought for a
Child of only four or so
Driving past a local church
That has a hundred or more
Tiny white crosses placed on
It's lawn in protest against
Abortion. It makes me cry
All those crosses for babies
Meant to be born, but were not
I guess the babies return
To God, sad they were not loved
I wonder too, who decides
Just who will be a beggar
And who will be royalty
Or whatever in between
I wonder where time has gone
And worry where it is going
I know that night time will fall
And day light always follows
Flowers bloom and rain does fall
Breezes blow, and sunshine warms
Birds fly above, sing their songs
Tides flow in without my help
I should leave the things of this
World to the All MIghty One
And worry myself not of
Things of which I do not know
Looking at the midnight sky
Nothing but me and the stars
Remembered my youngest child
Asked me if God had to stand
On a chair to get the stars
Up so very high above
Pretty profound thought for a
Child of only four or so
Driving past a local church
That has a hundred or more
Tiny white crosses placed on
It's lawn in protest against
Abortion. It makes me cry
All those crosses for babies
Meant to be born, but were not
I guess the babies return
To God, sad they were not loved
I wonder too, who decides
Just who will be a beggar
And who will be royalty
Or whatever in between
I wonder where time has gone
And worry where it is going
I know that night time will fall
And day light always follows
Flowers bloom and rain does fall
Breezes blow, and sunshine warms
Birds fly above, sing their songs
Tides flow in without my help
I should leave the things of this
World to the All MIghty One
And worry myself not of
Things of which I do not know
— Linda Moses, Oct 18, 2008
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Thank you Janice
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