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  1. Angel Poem - written by an 8 year old

    One of my students decided to write during free choice time today. She wrote this on her own and then gave it to me at the end of the day as a gift. I thought it was so sweet (and good too!!)

    Dear Angel sent from Heaven above
    Your eyes are so filled with love,
    Shining down like a twinkling star,
    Protecting me, from where you are
    To way down here where I am
    Helping me whenever you can.
  2. Evolution vs Creation

    I've posted this a few times in response to questions in CA. To keep it somewhere I can find it easily, I figured I'd post it here too.


    If scientists could conclusively prove that life evolved from nothing by chance the Church would die out very quickly. Likewise if Christians could conclusively prove that God exists then the theory of evolution would soon be forgotten. Therefore we have to work with what we can observe and draw our own conclusions, since ...
    Spiritual thoughts
  3. Whilst We Slumber

    Whilst We Slumber
    Whilst we in sweet and silent slumber
    Are dreaming in our beds at night,
    Animals in a great number
    Exist with no relief in sight.

    Bars of cages, built to hold
    Them in bondage all their days;
    Floors beneath them hard and cold -
    What a horrid, awful waste.

    Under the waxing/waning moons
    They gaze up at God's twinkling
  4. Without The Sugary Coating

    I am usually asleep before 1 AM. Just a few nights ago, there was just no sleeping until I could get my spirit connected with God's. It was a most unusual situation for me as memories of the past crept in and I was speaking to the Lord of the Universe about the poison still festering in my heart regarding past actions and sins. I did not finish speaking with him until after 3 AM. I don't feel that anything was accomplished with the exception of releasing some of the poisons in my soul. And yet I ...
  5. Cloud Rider

    Cloud Rider
    (Jesus Christ as described in Revelation 1)

    Behold the Rider on the clouds with fire in His eyes -
    Mounted on His white war horse He thunders through the sky.
    Upon His head are many crowns and in His mouth a sword;
    Clothed in purest white and gold His name is Christ, the Word.

    His voice sounding like rushing waters; His hair as white as snow,

    Updated Jan 21st 2009 at 11:25 PM by paidforinfull