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Cost of Liberty
Power Of One
Lessons In the School of Grace
In Everything Give Thanks
Remember Christmas The Way It Used To Be
This Could Be The Year
A Skeptic Views the Resurrection
My Mother's Legacy
Don't Just Buy a
Poppy; Lend a Hand!
An Un-Sung Hero
That Shall Make Us Free!
Justice For Caylee
Summers On The Farm
Troops Are Coming Home
Shadow of the Cross
A TRIBUTE TO MOTHER
When it comes to enriching and blessing your life
With beauty and joy, there’s no other,
Who works so devotedly, gives so unselfishly,
Or, loves so completely as Mother.
She builds up our confidence, shares in our triumphs,
As only a Mother can do,
She fosters good values and lovingly nurtures
The faith that will carry us through.
There's always so much that needs her attention;
But never a doubt where she'll I start,
The other demands of the world have to wait,
For her family comes first in her heart.
There's no way to count all the hours she’s worked
With her hands and her heart to assure,
That we have a cozy and comfortable home
Where we can feel loved and secure.
We find ourselves asking where she finds the strength
And the motive to give without measure,
But she'll always insist it's a labor of love
And it brings her fulfillment and pleasure…
So here's to the Mothers whose labors of love
Have encouraged and guided and blessed
Of all the dear Mothers we honor today,
MOTHER, YOU'RE THE DEAREST AND BEST.
She lovingly teaches the lessons of life.
No problem's as bad as it seems,
And storm clouds are followed quite often by rainbows,
If we'll just hold on to our dreams.
By Marie Galbraith
"The lines of Marie Galbraith are full of pathos as they speak from
heart to heart of the loneliness of the life and the emptiness of the
home (without Mother)
“Something to think about, what if Mother were gone.” – Pastor Younce
"It’s awful lonesome at our house
It's just as quiet as a mouse"
"And father looks so lonely there
Of evenings sitting in his chair:
It just ain't cheerful anywhere."
"It's awful hard to get along
It seems that everything goes wrong."
"Of course father does the best he can
But then, you know, he's just a man,
And don't know how to fix and plan,"
"Seems like I don't enjoy my play
Things just get “worser” every day
There's no one now to mend my doll,
Nobody's sorry when I fall
Oh, home just ain't no place at all.”
"But; father says we must be brave
Cause him and me, we only have one another
"An if we're brave an strong and true
and trust in Christ, just like she told us to,
We'll go up to Heaven when life is through;
and be with Mother, ME AND YOU.
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