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Name: Jennifer
Location: Michigan, United States
Birthday: 5/19/1970
Gender: Female


Interests: I love the Lord. I love to sing, read and write. I love going to a good movie or play. I love to travel and go to church and I love kids. I am somewhat of a political animal but not as bad as the rest of my family and I love animals.


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Member Since: 9/30/2004

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Monday, October 04, 2004

9-11

Three years ago the towers fell
The world was stunned and sad
We knew not how they could be so cruel
To daughters, moms, sons and dads

We gasped in horror as we watched
The families search and grieve
Holding pictures of the ones
Who died in that great heap

Like walking wounded we have lived
Since that awful day
Feeling the pain of all those families
Not so far away

Although we do not know them
We feel their pain just now
We pray and hope that God will heal
Their griefs and wounds and scars

He'll wipe away their tears one day
The ones who come to him
And he will comfort, love and heal
The sorrow that they felt

But in the meantime we must hope in
Our God of Ages Past
We know that we will reign with him
And one day peace will last

"O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.

Under the shadow of thy throne,
still may we dwell secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting, thou art God,
to endless years the same.

A thousand ages, in thy sight,
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night,
before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
bears all who breathe away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come;
be thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home."


Avon Calling

Avon's calling at your door
With deals and savings
And sales galore

I live to serve you every day
And offer you products along the way
Lotions and makeup, perfumes and creams
Things that make you feel soft and sweet

So if there is anything I can do
To help you know today
That your facing the world looking your best
Give me a call and say
I have an order for you now
And I will happily be
The Avon Lady at your door
Supplying what you need


Blue

Sigh
Ugh
Sniff
Gasp
Depleated
Discouraged
Deflated
Sad
Confused
Perplexed
Wondering how
To win my battles
From here on out


Inept

Oh God I'm tired
I wish that I could be
Like other people who do things right
Instead of wrong like me

It doesn't seem that I know
What other people know
I think they have some secret
That I've been never told

Why can't I just do what is right
When given chances to prevail
Will I never ever learn
Or am I doomed to fail

Help me Lord
Give me strength
Show me how to be
Let me in on all those secrets
Never told to me


One Last Sacrifice

Once and for all
A sacrifice was made
No longer do goats have to die
For mankind to be saved

Jesus Christ went to the cross
Unspotted, pure and clean
There he paid sin's awful price
So mankind would be freed

He sent our sins into the hills
Not to be seen again
He reconciled me to himself
And made me there his friend

The veil was torn in two that day
That separated God from man
In that one moment
Jesus Christ became both priest and lamb

He shared his righteousness with me
And now because of Him
I stand before the throne of grace
Bold and not condemned

No longer does the Father hear
The bleats of goats and lambs
He hears instead the pleas of Christ
Who sits at his right hand



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