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Walking down a crowded street,
There’s heartache all around;
The tears I cannot see,
Are hidden by a smile, by anger, by dreams.

One little girl, one of millions,
Lost and alone.
All those she trusted
Have turned her innocence into
The nightmare she now lives.

An outcast far from home 
Her dreams stolen
By those she called her own.
Scorned by all and loved by none,
Her heart is dying,
Broken inside.

A lover rejected, tossed aside -
Heart is broken, bleeding.
The pieces of shattered trust
Gathered slowly
To build a wall to hide behind.

Down every street,
And in every home,
Hearts are aching and
Dreams are breaking.
This world is so very cold,
Leaving fear in pain’s wake.

My heart is heavy,
Holding the weight of
Death and suffering.
How do you bear it, Father?
To see lives falling apart?
To watch hope fade
In hands of cruelty?

My child, you see but a piece.
I see tomorrow through today.
I see already heaven,
Even while every tear now is wept.
As you see yesterday, I see forever.

I weep with the broken,
But hope is not lost.

I will bring justice;
I will right every wrong;
I will heal every heart;
I will mend every wound.

I see tomorrow,
So trust me through today.
Let me wrap my arms around you;
Let me wipe away your tears;
Let my hope replace your fears.

Not one sigh has escaped my ear;
Not one tear have I not caught.
I see the boy alone in darkness,
And I am even now shining a light.

I know the name of the girl
Stolen from her home,
And I am even now, calling her to me.
I weep with the woman
Who’s been left alone,
And my arms are holding her still.

I have watched the wanderings of the man
Whose hope is gone with the fading of dreams,
And even now I comfort and guide him.

I created the beginning
And I know the end.
Rest my child, all will be well.
Someday the darkness will be overtaken
By my radiant and glorious light.
But for now take heart -
For I AM.

—Kimberly Staples

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Ah Calvin, sometimes you make me smile quite big my cartoon friend. Keep being you, little man! And hug Hobbes for me, he’s a definite favorite.

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Albert Einstein

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Fireflight

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Dedicated to all my fellow Homeschool Alumni… ;)

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Every day is a journal page
Every man holds a quill and ink
And there’s plenty of room for writing in
All we do is believe and think
So will you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessing
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketching

Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much

Every day is a bank account
And time is our currency
So nobody’s rich, nobody’s poor
We get 24 hours each
So how are you gonna spend
Will you invest, or squander
Try to get ahead
Or help someone who’s under

Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much

Has anybody ever lived who knew the value of a life
And don’t you think giving is all 
What proves the worth of yours and mine

Teach us to count the days
Teach us to make the days count
Lead us in better ways
That somehow our souls forgot
Life means so much

Every day is a gift you’ve been given
Make the most of the time every minute you’re living

—Life Means So Much by Chris Rice

I am… because He loves me.

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