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Above the fireplace here in my home you will see my family. My mother, my father, my husband Ken and my daughter Lori who now live with the Lord. As you visit here you will find pages that I have written on the grief process, which I hope will help anyone who has gone through such painful times. The rooms in my home are not filled with grief, but with memories of fun times and laughter of times gone by. Here you will find, poems, things to smile about and maybe things for you to ponder and think about while giving you inspiration for a better day
Go through the Garden door with the drapes on the left above to enter the Main area of my site and Index of pages. " Thank you" Enter the door above on the right before you leave and visit my Memorial pages for Lori, her friends Dean and Angie who were with her in the car that terrible night when a 19 year old boy drove on their side of the road and killed them all. You may also find the way to the Memorial page after you enter the door on the left so where ever you decide to go I hope you have a nice visit here. God Bless you and thank you for stopping by. Please take a moment and sign the Guest Book before you leave so I know you came by. |
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THE SOLDIER
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."