Rose Garden

God never promised me a rose garden;

For so many times my life he has pardoned.

He gave me grace, though I acted like a fool.

That's why I read my Bible, which is God's blessed too

he always says, "be good," so I can become a rose.

That I may be an example to others, going

Through highs and lows. And bless the

other dandelions;

When they are sadly cryin'.

Even though I have miles to go,

I do pray that my example will

turn each of the dandelions into

a beautiful rose.

Christina and Beate Nelson

Winter Haven

 

I’m Back

I’m back

They found me a place,

It fits like a glove

Some call it a mitten.

It’s called 105 Ida Red.

Not much more can be said

I’m here now a Michigander.

No more to roam

I’ll call it home.

Brought God’s love with me

It’s here for all to see.

Louise Twyman

Meadowlark

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