Paula
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Heirloom Images Web Site 16-bit color or better. Paula's Prose by Paula Welter On Bill's Birthday Sixteen years together All kinds of storms you weathered And to you three great children were born Now with his departure you do mourn The pain is more than you care to bear But within the pain he is still there Memories that keep him alive And with them before Christ, you will arrive the reunion will be more than splendor As your reward to you then will render The sleepless nights and burdens bore Will melt away before the Lord And you and Bill at last will be One in Christ before the Crystal Sea. Praises Praising God is what I do best, all other pursuits have failed the test! Unlock the emotions to the heart, sing to the Lord as a lark! Emptiness and desert I once walked, Now an oasis surrounds my parts! Fruits of the Spirit to me impart, knowledge and wisdom for a start! Discerner of spirits soon to follow, with Your sweet fruits I'll not be sallow! Lord, God of Nations, of whom I'll serve, none of your gifts I deserve! Through Jesus Christ, Our Lord and King, To all your servants You gladly bring! Praise God! Alone Perhaps when expectation begins That is where friendship ends; Never learn to trust or rely Then expect never to cry. Come along the lonely trail and into the night alone and drifting winds driven and shifting lost and searching a heart without a home. Be not afraid of love not shared Be not afraid of burdens to bear out of darkness blooms a flower springing to life from lingering showers even a desert had brought forth bloom look not to horizons of foreboding doom. Time Warp The photos speak of a wonderful family mostly smiling, always proper. As I look I can remember certain things the striped cups the bird mobile the corner hutch But must of it has been lost to time. What I remember is not in the photos I remember fear and unspeakable damnation Hurt and anguish Misery and loss The smiling photos are not real They speak of silent lies Silent lies bury the truth and from their grave they shout They shout that striped cups were broken and that the bird mobile was lost The truth is the corner hutch was cheaply made And the wonderful family was not.