Our Lord is every where, but I pray my final job will be upstairs.
God touches everything, our Lord just brought us Spring.
It will not be long you know until the we see beautiful flowers grow.
He touches them all the time, the blossomed colors are all so fine.
But when it's my time to depart, I will hold Him close to my heart.
So let that curtain down for in Heaven there's no time to frown.
Just praying my final job will be...
Doing the Lord's will for eternity.
Amen
I Love This One John
Love & Eternal Roses
Vickie
God bless,
ChipB
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John Michael, you live your life the way you write your poetry,
....such quality must be rewarded. Many blessings!
Warm regards Isabella
Such talent!
Teresa
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