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| "Poems," "Quotes,"& "Short Stories." |
| Matt . . . I love you more then you could ever contimplate, Even to have met you, it was fate. One of God's devine plans, It is unbeliveable that I have you in my hands. Your Butterfly . . . |
| ~ Butt Prints ~ One night I had a wonderouse dream, A set of prints on the sand was seen, The footprints of my preciouse Lord, Yet mine were not along the shore. But then a stranger print appeared, I asked the Lord, "What have we here? This print is large and round and neat, But Lord, it's just too big for feet." "My child," He said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone, I challenged you to seek my face, Take up your cross and walk in grace." "You disobeyed, you would not grow, You would not stand against the flow, Your neck was stiff, your ears were shute, So there I dropped you on your BUTT." "Because in life there comes a time, when one must fight, when one must climb, when one must rise and take a stand, Or leave one's butt-prints in the sand." ~ Anonymous |
| Grow old along with me the best is yet to be. ~ Robert Browning ~ |
| I love you not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. ~ Roy Croft ~ |
| As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There in one thing that will never change . . . I will always keep falling in love with you. ~ Karen Clodfelder ~ |
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| For, you see, each day I love you more, Today more then yesterday and less then tomorrow. ~ Rosemonde Gerard ~ |
| As I stand here today with the world as my witness, I pledge to you my undying and everlasting love. I will stand beside you as your partner, I will stand before you as your protector. And I will stand behind you as your solance, Please spend and end your life with me. ~ Earl ~ |
| There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So she was getting thigs in order, contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at her service, what she would like read and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everthing was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remebered something important to her. "There's one more thing," she said exidedly . "What's that?" came the pastors reply. "This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand." The pastor stood up looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That suprprises you doesn't it?" the young woman asked. "Well honestly, I'm puzzled by your request," said the pastor. The young woman explained. " My grandmother once told my this story and from there on out I always tried to pass along to those I love and those who are in encouragement. In all my years of attending church socials and bring-a-plater dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were cleared, someone would say "Keep your fork." It was my favorite part because you know that something better was coming. "So I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder "What's with the Fork?" Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your Fork . . . the best is yet to come." |
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