tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58789783093546282162024-03-13T20:04:56.287-04:00Simply Put by DickHello
My interest is in theology, Christianity, prophecy, religions, politics, and current events. I love words, the dictionary, quotations, origins of everything, brain teasers, and amazing facts.
I write poems from my heart.I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-3769099437366397032012-08-22T16:06:00.000-04:002012-08-22T16:06:34.456-04:00let's be honest!!!A lot of things are happening all over the world and right here in America. Unfortunately none of the goings on are good for mankind. Greed and hatred are the main ingredients in the evil brew that we feed on everyday. We hear it, we watch it, we read it. It dominates the news no matter how we subscribe to it and of course the media throws their own slant on the news based on the ingredients of their own greed and hate.<br />
What do you think? I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-77681750789682142862007-09-18T14:01:00.001-04:002008-12-10T18:11:43.100-05:00Sweet kids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCm823S9i-kC_Vwl32JtiJKL9rEHtAveLecRYpuNkm6YXxn8BeuvxHfcx7cPxln1Tg2PL48cgs2XwY8mMIS7uQoFmFWkXUeLMq6qj8RoaPNBbK77SGcwAiIauhYTKsHecr2EHNjAFW1c/s1600-h/image002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCm823S9i-kC_Vwl32JtiJKL9rEHtAveLecRYpuNkm6YXxn8BeuvxHfcx7cPxln1Tg2PL48cgs2XwY8mMIS7uQoFmFWkXUeLMq6qj8RoaPNBbK77SGcwAiIauhYTKsHecr2EHNjAFW1c/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111606076610090162" border="0" /></a>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-42120092726403132612007-09-09T09:44:00.000-04:002007-09-09T10:08:58.280-04:00Simply interestingThe earth's diameter is 8,000 miles. It would take 24,000 miles to go around the earth.<br /><br />Light travels 186,000 per second - over 600 million miles per hour. It travels around the earth in 1/7 of a second, from the earth to the moon in 1 1/2 seconds and from the earth to the sun in about 8 minutes. Yet it would take light over four years to reach the nearest fixed star and to reach many of the stars we see in the sky it would take hundreds of years<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Source: "Encounters" by Rabbi Aryeh Kaplan</span><br /><br /><br />IF there could be a highway to the moon, it would take 20 months of constant driving at the rate of 400 miles per da to reach the moon.<br /><br />If there could be a railroad stretching to the sun, a streamline train traveling 90 mph non-stop, day after day and year after year, would require 116 years to reach the sun.<br /><br />An airplane flying at 500 mph would have to travel non-stop for 500 years to reach the nearest fixed star <span style="font-style: italic;">Source: Amazon Facts (www.Bibleuniverse.com </span>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-56660056610461359472007-08-29T17:00:00.001-04:002008-12-10T18:11:43.263-05:00Grand kids of a great friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNn-WmRGy5RbAbj3tk8M6K732DF-3UqUjdIU58VsncKwOM2PptrT8FL9Jg1RY6pBcytgoesxAaf4ppOYrAWMw92DojBhmx1dtE_5E59hqN9SQyng9eHJUYFz9NCnMQgh51TjgnQj1iyY/s1600-h/Jodie+%26+Jamie+119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNn-WmRGy5RbAbj3tk8M6K732DF-3UqUjdIU58VsncKwOM2PptrT8FL9Jg1RY6pBcytgoesxAaf4ppOYrAWMw92DojBhmx1dtE_5E59hqN9SQyng9eHJUYFz9NCnMQgh51TjgnQj1iyY/s320/Jodie+%26+Jamie+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104230666281534674" border="0" /></a><br />Jodie and JamieI reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-55524920987190618222007-08-27T17:33:00.001-04:002008-12-10T18:11:43.410-05:00My Frog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpbc24llIF07w16CSnEGLqX5cTDf8Eo0oyiY3j0ZrvgcBmA4bfCXFufcy1pnwGgP74oUd5JxuWgli3RZSCaF0ALOyv6Nfa7xEeH1aAXtGfX5DTNAICypyPEOlrIHC2fkJyKcs8D9SkEI/s1600-h/Antiques+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpbc24llIF07w16CSnEGLqX5cTDf8Eo0oyiY3j0ZrvgcBmA4bfCXFufcy1pnwGgP74oUd5JxuWgli3RZSCaF0ALOyv6Nfa7xEeH1aAXtGfX5DTNAICypyPEOlrIHC2fkJyKcs8D9SkEI/s320/Antiques+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103496952723391682" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">He is hollow and his head lifts off. When I was a kid, I hid my money from my different jobs in the frog's body. My mother, bless her precious soul, passed away three years ago at the age of 93 kept my little treasure safely with her almost until the day that she died. Of all her personal belongings it was the only thing that I desired to have. The rest of her items were divided between my siblings. </span>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-37207638986819105192007-08-27T13:06:00.000-04:002008-12-10T18:11:43.537-05:00Christian / American Flag<span style="font-size:130%;">This is my statement to the world and my fellow countrymen and women.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YWgpwWMJKbsdg-r7BCLzVHZHqk70N-gf5dtMV4f8vy4yWRkVCRFTsjaN8N_I2zKjNitVJIvPslcf8xmnyPaQBb5nfXz6URQFzNKhjKotv9owXqUvERTKafYRLetN9G6wt9b5RqKxPFI/s1600-h/American+Flag.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YWgpwWMJKbsdg-r7BCLzVHZHqk70N-gf5dtMV4f8vy4yWRkVCRFTsjaN8N_I2zKjNitVJIvPslcf8xmnyPaQBb5nfXz6URQFzNKhjKotv9owXqUvERTKafYRLetN9G6wt9b5RqKxPFI/s320/American+Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103496029305423026" border="0" /></a></div>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-16180477571817103052007-08-26T16:04:00.001-04:002008-12-10T18:11:48.901-05:00Simply home grown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OyryJ94PwBroqz3114HhyWVQdNu1JROXjBFvZGiPT35ORIaXCXpXiVFGDn_jUNc1zurB2OXsQc3_qjW_0QC9yuhlLLZZCYsUK2W8O11XToFCxxwEbWv2eVrRRT74Ij2EZ9KSoXHyTU4/s1600-h/Flowers006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkrC3RmPY9XPwnS79yVqGSBoUdkZV9RqVB4P9OaqOFxSy1YXvUs1GDsGOIdkYDlAzLY1aPt9SQylseWOvBoMGfbahUE6gzhzGZuonOGY9yXoE8FdLSZP6jipc_e-UNbxaZrZYZ7ZpXo0/s320/Flowers001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103102910948820050" border="0" /></a>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-37330372227821870282007-08-23T17:14:00.000-04:002008-12-10T18:11:50.657-05:00my grandest grandkids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzj0iglAeMvjlYdmva2P3MvaC2J3S4H0v875CusXfrQNb04IARiK3dNc92P6IJ18PFBZGZGc-90czU08sHIFD2YtK07JwtOzQZ5JLGXzwmvj9lUhEbNqT36a2SaEbVCQjXqsS98DKwxI/s1600-h/Tyler.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzzj0iglAeMvjlYdmva2P3MvaC2J3S4H0v875CusXfrQNb04IARiK3dNc92P6IJ18PFBZGZGc-90czU08sHIFD2YtK07JwtOzQZ5JLGXzwmvj9lUhEbNqT36a2SaEbVCQjXqsS98DKwxI/s320/Tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104503486899143922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtjASzgjnn0YXBqw4vWzXrwZwL_QcZhIeq5a5T1VRRbJqtPljnALBBdDDFctVaNEtqPp5WbuNsexblsUJN1-l6hIBQxaBzFFJArAr3SV7Kq0AvybiWqWuw7viWSXZSCbvkRHsvFfzAI0/s1600-h/Trevor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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But there has got to be limit as to how much abuse we will take from these establishments.<br /><br />Here are a few of the changes that I have witnessed as I grew up.<br /><br />Devil dogs got smaller and the price got higher. Their reason was that they had added something in the ingredients to make it healthier to eat.<br /><br />Table talk pies went from family size to individual size, but the price hardly changed. I liken it to going into a bank with a quarter for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">change</span></span> walking out scratching my head as to why I only got a dime back.<br /><br />A big coffee and donut chain used to say that their donuts were made fresh hourly. In the past 10 years I have yet to get a fresh donut unless it was during the early morning (rush) hour. During the day, forget it! The chain stopped making its logo donut, which became its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">symbol</span> and which happened to be my favorite. Lastly, the biggest profit is in coffee, what a mark up. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">boycott</span> buying coffee at this and other famous coffee chains.<br /><br />Finally, I got comfortable enough with this blog that I can take some time to add to it instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">figuring</span> out how it works.<br /><br />So here goes my next gripe. Can you trust what the big establishments say? Read this and think about it and if you would like to comment on it, I would love to here what you have to say.<br /><br />A few years back when credit cards establishments were bending over backwards for customers, I got an offer which I took. It was for a 4.99% interest credit card account which was to last the life of the account.<br /><br />I switched a higher interest rate account into this one. All was well, I faithfully payed down and still am, but something happened with in the past year, which I will always look suspiciously on. Especially since the interest rates have gone up and banks try to get all they can from the customers. Sure they have their tasty little tidbits that go along with their high interest rate cards.<br /><br />But my question is: What do they do with people like me who are on low interest rates. We know that they will not lose money, they will not make what they could if It was a higher <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">interest</span> rate card.<br /><br />So here is my story.<br /><br />I got an e-mail from this Credit card company saying that it was important for me to call them regarding my account, which I did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">immediately</span>.<br /><br />The person I talked to told me that my account number had shown up in another country.<br /><br />I explained to them and asked them to check out the history of my account to date, that I had never used the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">account</span> for any other purchases. I have always only just paid it down.<br /><br />When I asked them what I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">supposedly</span> purchased they said only that the number had appeared in another country.<br /><br />I agreed to change the account <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">number</span> for security reasons. I did that while on the phone with them. This should have been a <span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span> flag to me but I did not give it much more thought.<br /><br />So the statements came in with the new account number. Shortly after that (which <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">unfortunately</span> I didn't watch until months later, the interest rate had climbed up to 9.99.<br /><br />When I did finally catch it, I sent a note of to the bank that held the account saying that it was still the same account, just the number had changed.<br /><br />They replied in writing saying that they appreciated the opportunity to review my account but could not accommodate my request (My request was to bring the account back down to where it belonged) based on existing credit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">policies</span>. But they said that I could contact their customer relations department so that they could review and consider my request. <em>Sounds like double talk to me. </em><br /><em></em><br />So, I called them, and explained the situation to the rep who finally took my call. He knew that I had a good point <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">because</span> he said so and offered to lower my rate a little. I said that I wanted ti know if I had lied to initially when I was told that the rate was for the life of the account. He tried to side <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">talk</span> me but I persisted and finally was on the phone with his supervisor.<br /><br />I went <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">through</span> the whole thing again. She also knew I was right but said the best she could do is to lower my interest rate bu 1%. I took the lower rate but I asked her several times to tell me if the company had lied to me. She kept saying no, but failed to explain it to me. I asked her over and over, if I was told that the low interest rate was for the life of the account and while the account was still active (alive), the interest rate was increased, was I not lied to? I then asked her that if I got another offer from them <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">making</span> the same promise of one rate for the life of the account, could I trust what they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Say</span>. She said yes but could not explain why my interest rate was raised.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">That's</span> it so far. I am wondering whether to get a lawyer and/or to go public with it.<br /><br />What do you think?<br /><br />I wonder what is in your wallet.I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-84285320607759406552007-08-11T08:23:00.000-04:002007-08-11T08:28:21.524-04:00Proverbs saysThat the guilty flee when no man pursuesI reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-19638027792756831572007-08-06T11:00:00.000-04:002007-08-27T12:51:04.857-04:00When I was young (poem)When I was young, my past was small<br />I had little concern for time at all<br />But as I grew, my past accrued<br />leaving memories to hang on to<br /><br />Though each breath formed a larger past<br />my present seemed to always last<br />Many up and downs as I recall<br />following life's bouncing ball<br /><br />Disguised as life's storage place<br />time passed by at a steady pace<br />Although always here, it never hung around<br />it simply came and went without a sound<br /><br />Memories piling high and wide<br />testify that time slipped by<br />Memories to share, others to hide<br />some bring smiles, others make me cry<br /><br />Many yesterdays have come and gone<br />for the present, I had no grip on<br />Yes, time swept me through many seasons<br />through carelessness then on to reason<br /><br />In my youth, I had no mission<br />to what the future held, I did not listen<br />While time ushers in my older days<br />I knqw it was wasted in many ways<br /><br />Bittersweet this endless thought<br />that who I was, I now am not<br />Though my present seemed to always last<br />now my future is smaller than my past<br /><br />Much older now since I was small<br />with each breath delaying death's inevitable call<br />Though I have regrets, time served me well<br />for this simple truth is mine to tell<br /><br />Soon I'll bid farewell to this time I've known<br />bidding farewell to all that I have sown<br />I have no fear beyond the grave<br />for by the grace of God I am saved<br /><br />Hope fulfilled, with God I'll be<br />With him throughout eternity<br />I'll slip into His timeless zone<br />When this time leaves me all alone<br /><br />copywrite 2002I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-25790934447538634382007-08-05T14:46:00.000-04:002008-12-10T18:11:50.792-05:00In His Hands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2ymfTNwGlmZtkUy5wd3j-tG8_T7raZnMFTum9Mfz9ackrPWc-ixN2ugi7hRLE642ij7Eqy_mTtsSzVNTDOB4PazfEkh9JcCANrG02HGtfJvaVXOn0DQl6dpVbiYYPKSQ4eWVuTO6G0U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095299276388862370" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2ymfTNwGlmZtkUy5wd3j-tG8_T7raZnMFTum9Mfz9ackrPWc-ixN2ugi7hRLE642ij7Eqy_mTtsSzVNTDOB4PazfEkh9JcCANrG02HGtfJvaVXOn0DQl6dpVbiYYPKSQ4eWVuTO6G0U/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-69093803736996840782007-08-04T18:13:00.000-04:002008-12-10T18:11:51.287-05:00Easterbutterfly<p align="left"><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyWE8_C_qhssR_mwuKjgU5wcYwexcuEmfzo4lGIlCLW7MgPnzQs1VJzr7e-E7B9euptPlw1BPZ5HUqk5Fo6_45qzYOHE8yiw0ASjHWhUQRI7-7sTUQLRDtr_vHSTsrqVYQ1HH9GWmUQM/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094972725730380146" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyWE8_C_qhssR_mwuKjgU5wcYwexcuEmfzo4lGIlCLW7MgPnzQs1VJzr7e-E7B9euptPlw1BPZ5HUqk5Fo6_45qzYOHE8yiw0ASjHWhUQRI7-7sTUQLRDtr_vHSTsrqVYQ1HH9GWmUQM/s400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyWE8_C_qhssR_mwuKjgU5wcYwexcuEmfzo4lGIlCLW7MgPnzQs1VJzr7e-E7B9euptPlw1BPZ5HUqk5Fo6_45qzYOHE8yiw0ASjHWhUQRI7-7sTUQLRDtr_vHSTsrqVYQ1HH9GWmUQM/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"></a></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyWE8_C_qhssR_mwuKjgU5wcYwexcuEmfzo4lGIlCLW7MgPnzQs1VJzr7e-E7B9euptPlw1BPZ5HUqk5Fo6_45qzYOHE8yiw0ASjHWhUQRI7-7sTUQLRDtr_vHSTsrqVYQ1HH9GWmUQM/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"></a></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" ><em></em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo courtesy </span><a href="http://pdphoto.org/"><span style="font-size:78%;">PDPhoto.org</span></a><br /></p><p align="left"><em><br /></em></p><p align="left"><em><br /></em></p><p align="left"><em><br /></em></p><p align="left"><em><br /></em></p><p align="left"><em>A butterfly came to me today</em><br /><em>And lay on my shoulder as if longing to stay</em><br /><em>The message that she seemed to say</em><br /><em>I'm going home without delay</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>But into the air I released her to fly</em><br /><em>Hoping she'd flutter into the sky</em><br /><em>Yet she turned around before my eye</em><br /><em>I think she knew that she would die</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I placed her gently on a branch</em><br /><em>Her wings beat slowly a death dance</em><br /><em>To live I gave her every chance</em><br /><em>Please be gone when next I glance</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>One last look I thought I'd take</em><br /><em>Oh be gone for heaven's sake</em><br /><em>Then I felt my heart would break</em><br /><em>She had invited me to her wake</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>To my shoulder again she flew</em><br /><em>Please God, show me what to do</em><br /><em>Oh Lord, to me this all is new</em><br /><em>Why must she die? I ask of you</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>When she found with me her final rest</em><br /><em>I heard God speak and felt his breath</em><br /><strong><em>Behold this creature whom I blessed</em></strong><br /><strong><em>There is a reason for her death</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em>The message God wants me to retain:</em><br /><em>All things made are his to claim</em><br /><em>And when to Resurrection I shall come</em><br /><em>I, too, shall be with God's own Son</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Her beauty was her treasure chest</em><br /><em>God entrusted her form with me to rest</em><br /><em>She's now inside my picture frame,</em><br /><em>Upon her wings I see God's name</em> </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><br /></p><em></em>I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5878978309354628216.post-9342801530503094592007-08-04T15:04:00.000-04:002008-12-10T18:11:52.023-05:00My truck<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wMS0e_SyEzCrXSAqqMrg6ZYDQC5dYAT7lETUzleGdcbKF_1C01Zu8YH9aVs0Xiin5C6PwX953Pn60QRLg8BYutwGhjxCpp5fZBAV_Z1CPwLxLTfrAHeyUqfuCpSqywsa9jNI96Fj71Q/s1600-h/Canyon+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094925622824044850" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wMS0e_SyEzCrXSAqqMrg6ZYDQC5dYAT7lETUzleGdcbKF_1C01Zu8YH9aVs0Xiin5C6PwX953Pn60QRLg8BYutwGhjxCpp5fZBAV_Z1CPwLxLTfrAHeyUqfuCpSqywsa9jNI96Fj71Q/s320/Canyon+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2RkA3-aElbO5sBSM6Nxc8oTO8sqcOMUnZh0UauQteTlEDQ8E_f6BFBuSxAEXom7_dcosg9tkp5mfEcHVDf0WUVCmUzL4gRMTaNJqYhzxiYBqwzFGlkp4GV3g3UGzHstu3k7-as76A_Y/s1600-h/Canyon+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094927031573317954" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2RkA3-aElbO5sBSM6Nxc8oTO8sqcOMUnZh0UauQteTlEDQ8E_f6BFBuSxAEXom7_dcosg9tkp5mfEcHVDf0WUVCmUzL4gRMTaNJqYhzxiYBqwzFGlkp4GV3g3UGzHstu3k7-as76A_Y/s400/Canyon+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa2n4wM_UHhzf9VxRYGKwoyErppfMBd2NpvlnPZxlQ1gWVMmWlUPPOXQ5_b5d7nwvXhNT2pvQDlcRRK_g9YT0LjHKdnNviqPWK_I0o7yCFrJcdw4lndj5P-NiEHA_ctc3LIjnpmw3Ofw/s1600-h/Antiques+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094927044458219874" style="" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSa2n4wM_UHhzf9VxRYGKwoyErppfMBd2NpvlnPZxlQ1gWVMmWlUPPOXQ5_b5d7nwvXhNT2pvQDlcRRK_g9YT0LjHKdnNviqPWK_I0o7yCFrJcdw4lndj5P-NiEHA_ctc3LIjnpmw3Ofw/s400/Antiques+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This little fellow is my favorite frog. He blogs!I reside in thehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08300814590466738078noreply@blogger.com1