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| "SITTING IN THE SWING" |
| How often he would sit out in the swing Sometimes you could hear him sing Songs of praise to the Lord above Thanking Him for His precious love In the early morning there he would be Sitting in the swing by the big oak tree There he would sit to meditate and pray Asking the Lord to show him the way Cancer did not defeat him all He never swayed from his Father's call Hours still were spent out on the swing Praising and thanking Jesus the King Now no one is sitting out in the swing For Dad went home to be with the King The swing sits now--so empty and still Where once a great man sought his Lord's Will Copyrighted 2002 By: Sharon Niese Email: [email protected] |
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| Thank You Sharon for such a beautiful and heartfelt poem. I feel very Honored to have it displayed on my website. Also for anyone who would like to Email Sharon about her writings, I'm sure she would very much like to hear from you. Thank You and God Bless! Freda |
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