Guess what this is........
Yeeeeaaaahhhh.....got rid of the cranberry........
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
JOY OF SPRING.....
GRAMMA WAS ASKED TO WRITE A POEM ABOUT SPRING BY THE WELLNESS GIRLS THAT WORK AT THE HOME WHERE SHE LIVES. THIS IS THE POEM.....I THOUGHT SHE DID VERY WELL.......SHE LOVES TO WRITE POETRY AND HAS STARTED HER LIFE STORY AS WELL.......
JOY OF SPRING:
Softly we wander down the sunlit path
With the sky above us reflected
in the quiet waters of the lake below.
Its gentle lapping reminds us of a Mother's soft caress
on her wee one's brow.
Not long before, the winter storms blew cold,
and snow was drifted deep on windowsills!
While Jack Frost painted snowy scenes and hills
and left us shivering from their icy cold!
When would we feel again,
the warm sun's comfort
Shine through the frosty windowpane?
To melt the frigid ice and snow of winter and
bring the flowers and birdsong back again.
But then one morning waking very early,
I heard a welcome birdcall sound.
A Robin with his "cheery cheer up''!
My heart in happy answer did abound.
Then, soon, more wonders did appear,
the fuzzy little crocus raised its head of blue to greet the sun.
The grass turned green and warm beneath our feet,
The chickadees spring song, so sweet, had soon begun!
How could these things just happen?
Was it not a God of Love?
Who formed them for our pleasure,
And sent them from above?
Now as springtime is before us,
may we praise our God above,
who showered us with blessings.....
But most of all......HIS LOVE.
For above all else He gave us...
Was His only Blessed Son,
To take our sin, upon His Cross,
And die for everyone!
Then receive Him as your Savior,
And in His Love abide,
Then I'll meet you in the morning,
safe on Heaven's Glory Side.
JOY OF SPRING:
Softly we wander down the sunlit path
With the sky above us reflected
in the quiet waters of the lake below.
Its gentle lapping reminds us of a Mother's soft caress
on her wee one's brow.
Not long before, the winter storms blew cold,
and snow was drifted deep on windowsills!
While Jack Frost painted snowy scenes and hills
and left us shivering from their icy cold!
When would we feel again,
the warm sun's comfort
Shine through the frosty windowpane?
To melt the frigid ice and snow of winter and
bring the flowers and birdsong back again.
But then one morning waking very early,
I heard a welcome birdcall sound.
A Robin with his "cheery cheer up''!
My heart in happy answer did abound.
Then, soon, more wonders did appear,
the fuzzy little crocus raised its head of blue to greet the sun.
The grass turned green and warm beneath our feet,
The chickadees spring song, so sweet, had soon begun!
How could these things just happen?
Was it not a God of Love?
Who formed them for our pleasure,
And sent them from above?
Now as springtime is before us,
may we praise our God above,
who showered us with blessings.....
But most of all......HIS LOVE.
For above all else He gave us...
Was His only Blessed Son,
To take our sin, upon His Cross,
And die for everyone!
Then receive Him as your Savior,
And in His Love abide,
Then I'll meet you in the morning,
safe on Heaven's Glory Side.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANC!
With her sisters.......
With her family.......
Out for dinner.......
With her family.......
Out for dinner.......
Going shopping.
WE LOVE YOU, NANC. HAVE A GREAT DAY.
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