Everyone say it. Perhaps it's true . God sure is a blessing. He made me like my mama, therefore, I must follow through. When I was a child it bothered me, but today I understand. The same as God gave us Jesus to walk this earth with man. Mama left me and I have the gifts she left incomplete when it was her time to go home. Plant as many seed as you can and pray for Harvest time. Someone will heal or maybe give Jesus more time.
It's in the Blood
I can't help myself
Like Mama like daughter
It must be those prayers
She prayed over me
She was known as radio
I am called TV
Why waste the talents
After all the BLOOD
Was spilled for you and me.
Thank you JESUS!
I know it was the Blood.
Louisa A Dobbins
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Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2007
God pours grace over us through various methods. We just have to grab that grace. You did well. Wish you were on our TV. Here there's nothing but trash. Victor
Beautiful Louisa, reminds me of an old hymn..full of wisdom, and spirit...praise the Lord for the blood, for it's covered my sins and set me free. Have you ever wondered why there are no lines to church with people just waiting to get to the altar? I have...I have often watched people line up for blocks for free comodities, free clothing, all material things that will pass away, but the one thing that is eternal and free...people just don't seem to be interested...they just don't know what they are missing. They don't know this God of mine!
Blessings to you sister it's always a pleasure and blessing to read your work!
Joyce Bowling
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Blessings to you sister it's always a pleasure and blessing to read your work!
Joyce Bowling
Yes Louisa it was! God Bless, love Holly