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| Mother & Author Dee Oborn |
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| HEALING OF TIMES |
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Times have been tough with her not around. Not hearing her voice or seeing that frown. Years past by, we have grown, not aged but changed. A void in the air, wthout her here, yes, in the air, yet seemingly everywhere. Countless days past me by, learning to pray, with a watchful eye. Come one day, she'd pass my way if only someday. Space between the past and now, seemed to Heal, making the past the now. As we go our busy days, remembering Who brought us together again that day. Never more will I moan and cry. nor tears flow from these eyes, for He has allowed the HEALING OF TIMES to come my way. |
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| A New Day |