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| Kings and Kingdoms all pass away nothing on earth endures, but the Love of God who sent His Son is Forever and Ever yours. |
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| Hands that rocked the cradle From the moment of my birth, Their tender touch remembered By those still on this earth. Soft as silk those hands That taught me how to pray, Banishing childhood fears; They soothed each one away. When I grew much older And troubles came my way, Those hands caressing mine Did more than words could say. Mother's hands were gentle, They're missed so very much, I'd give the world to feel once more Their warm and tender touch. Those hands were full of comfort, Now they lie at rest, But memory holds them close To the ones they served the best © Marian Jones |
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| A father may turn his back on his child; brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies; husbands may desert their wives and wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother. A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine, desert us when troubles thicken around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. Washington Irving (1783-1859). |
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| Our Mother Nov. 27, 1915 - May 28, 1985 |
| God looked around His garden And He found an empty place. He then looked down upon This earth and saw your tired face. He put His arms around you And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were in pain. He knew that you would never Get well on earth again. So He closed your weary eyelids And whispered, "Peace Be Thine." He then took you up to Heaven with Hands gentle and so kind. It broke our hearts to lose you, But you did not go alone. For part of us went with you The day God called you Home. ~Author Unknown~ The words of Abraham Lincoln, I remember my Mother's prayers........They have clung to me All My Life!! Iris |
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| To fall in love with God is the greatest of all romances; to seek Him, the greatest adventure; to find Him, The greatest human achievement. |
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| Somewhere in this dusty box I know I’ll find the key, The missing last ingredient for Mama’s recipe. She never told how it was made, "My secret," she’d reply, and now I hear, "It’s not quite right", no matter what I try. Oh Mother can you hear me? Can you tell me from above? And I thought I heard her whisper, "The secret dear, is love." Micheline Hull Dolan ( in memory of Violet B. Hull) June 10 1912- August 9 1990 |
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| "Farther Along" by The Gaither Vocal Band |
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| For the Gift of Fibromyalgia please visit Micheline Hull Dolans site. FIBROMYALGIA |
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