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~ * ~ *~ BELOVED, I WISH ABOVE ALL THINGS THAT THOU MAYEST ~ * ~ * ~

~ * ~*~ PROSPER AND BE IN HEALTH EVEN AS THY SOUL PROSPERETH ~ * ~ * ~

~ Owita's Quote of the day ~

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"Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise"

~ Owita's Poem of the day ~

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I LOVE YOU LORD

I love you, Lord.

For you, I write my poems

To worship you.

I feel no alarm.

Take Joy Dear Lord

In ALL my life down here.

May the Poetry help others

TO YOU draw near.

Imogene(Jean) Owita Lewis

JEANSONGIONL

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Owita's Bible verse of the day

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"Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called

the children of God."

(Mathew 5:11)

Today has been very WINDY and COLD ~ and ~ this was mostly a stay

in the house day for me ~ but the weather report for tomorrow is better and warmer.

I did make a pound cake ~ and watched two movies with C W ~ and did a lot

of HOUSEWORK in the kitchen. All of the coming week is supposed to be like Spring ~

with the temps in the 60's! Hooray!

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I'll end this page with the words to a Hymn I like.

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THE SHELTERING ROCK

There is a Rock in a weary land

It's shadow falls on the burning sand

Inviting pilgrims as they pass

To seek a shade in the wilderness

Oh, why will ye die?

Oh, why will ye die?

When the sheltering Rock is so near by

Oh, why will ye die?

There is a well in a desert plain

It's waters call with entreating strain

"Ho, every thirsty sin-sick soul

Come, freely drink and thou shalt be whole."

Oh why will ye die?

Oh, why will ye die?

When the living well is so near by

Oh, why will ye die?

A great fold stands with it's portals wide

The sheep astray on the mountain side

The Shepherd climbs o'er mountains steep

He's searching now for His wandering sheep.

Oh, why will ye die?

Oh, why will ye die?

When the Shepherd's fold is so near by

Oh, why will ye die?

There is a cross where the Saviour died

His blood flowed out in a crimson tide

A sacrifice for sinful men

and free to all who will enter in

Then why will ye die?

Oh, why will ye die?

When the crimson cross is so nearby

Oh, why will ye die?