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Jesus Is The Reason For the Season by Kirk Franklin

Choir:(Angels we have heard on High!!!)

(Santa Clause aint got nothing on this)

Chorus:
Jesus is the reason (ladies)
For the season (ladies)
Yes he is (Alto)
Oh yes he is (Soprano)
Oh yes he is yeah (Tenors)
Repeat

Verse:
I dont need
Material things
All I need
Is the love you bring
This holiday
I came to say
That Jesus Is
The Only Way

Chorus:
Jesus is the reason (ladies)
For the season (ladies)
Yes he is (Alto)
Oh yes he is (Soprano)
Oh yes he is yeah (Tenors)
Repeat

Verse:
I dont need
Material things
All I need
Is the love you bring
This holiday
I came to say
That Jesus Is
The Only Way

Chorus:
Jesus is the reason (ladies)
For the season (ladies)
Yes he is (Alto)
Oh yes he is (Soprano)
Oh yes he is yeah (Tenors)
Repeat


Bridge-
Glooooooo(Soprano)
Oh Oh(Alto)
Oh oh (Tenor)
Rious(ALL)

(Santa Clause aint got nothing on this)

Vamp-
He is
He's the reason
One thing you should know(One thing you should know)
Where ever you go(Where ever you go)

He is
He's the reason
One thing I can say(One thing I can say)
On this special day(On this special day)
Repeat


Say who got the praise?
We got the praise
And who we give the praise to?
Jesus!
Repeat4x

(Santa clause aint got nothing on this)

(Say)
He is
He's the reason
One thing you should know(One thing you should know)
Where ever you go(Where ever you go)

He is
He's the reason
One thing I can say(One thing I can say)
On this special day(On this special day)
Repeat

He Is

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We are reitired!! I am a proud Mother and Marine wife. My youngest son graduated from high school this year. So, as he goes off to college we will be feeling the symptoms of the empty nest. In July of last year, we moved to Stafford, Virginia. My husband thinks we will be here for ten years. I will believe that when it happens.

After years of buying blue and white throw away bowls and the red and white containers(which were meant to last) but had to throw away - over and over. I realized that - "I still have my tupperware that moved with me from duty station to duty station over the years". I am so excited to have "new" containers in my cupboard and refrigerator that stack nicely and store so easy (That I can keep with me in retired life)!!!

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Alanda in Time by Shelly Stone

 ^{"PublishAmerica:} Alanda is intelligent, beautiful and has an inquisitive nature. After the death of her parents, she is finishing their life's work and is thrown back in time. Join Alanda on her adventurous journey as a spy and a privateer"

"Meet the Author
I started writing when I was a teenager. I can remember going up to Subway and sitting at the table and writing for hours. I like writing short stories, novels and poetry. I am currently working on several novels and a poem will come to me often. I am a single mom of three boys and one girl so, writing can be difficult at times. I live in Stafford, Virginia. Usually my ideas come to me in the middle of the night so, I keep scrap paper next my bed. Sometimes writing in the dark makes it hard to read and I never remember to turn on the light so, reading them the next day is funny. My three boys are teenagers so fighting them for the computer can be difficult and the chaos in my home is distracting but, I manage to turn my
inspiration into something readable. I look forward to hearing from my fans so check out my other website at www.publishedauthors.net/shellystone.com. I update it often. I hope you enjoy my work and will come back for more."

Image by James Endicott

WHO WILL YOU BE TOMORROW? by Steve Goodier

One man sat at a stop light. The woman in front of him was going through papers on the seat of her car, and when the light changed to green she didn't go. A green light is not a suggestion, you know, it is more of a commandment. But she didn't notice.

When the light turned red again, she still had not moved. The man in the car behind her now started screaming epithets and beating on his steering wheel.

A policeman tapped on his windshield. "You can't arrest me for hollering in my car," the man said. The cop asked for his license and registration, returned to his car, talked on the radio for a while, and finally handed the papers back. The driver protested, "I knew you couldn't cite me for yelling in my own car!"

The officer replied, "I didn't want to cite you for shouting in your car. But I was directly behind you at the light. I saw you screaming and beating your steering wheel, and I said to myself, 'That man is out of control. He's going to hurt someone!' Then I noticed the cross hanging from your rear view mirror, the bright yellow 'Love Is a Choice' license tag, the 'Give Peace a Chance' and 'Prayer Changes Things' bumper stickers, and I was sure you must have stolen the car."

His behaviour did not reflect his bumper stickers. But let's not be too critical. Are we always the people we want to be?

We make changes by stretching. Personal transformation can happen when the person we presently are does not yet resemble the person we hope to be. Better to set high ideals and occasionally fall short than to settle for mediocrity and succeed.

The important question is not, "Who are you today?" It is better to ask, "Who will you be tomorrow?"

Remember: if nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.


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*Related Posts: Butterflies Upon the Will of Power

We do not need to relive what is already etched in our hearts of days unkinder

Our Armed Forces – Men, Women still overseas is enough of a constant reminder

Instead, Let this be a day known that our Hearts and arms extend openly with Love

To all Survivors, Heroes, and Those Whose Loved Ones Wear Wings of Doves.

© ndpthepoetress (- Jeane Michelle Culp)

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
(by Erica Shea Liupaeter)

When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me,

I wish so much you wouldn't cry, the way you did today,

While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand.

And said my place was ready in Heaven far above,

And that I'd have to leave behind, all those things I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye,

For all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,

I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,

I'd say goodbye and kiss you, and maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized, that could never be,

For emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me, from his great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you.

Today your life on Earth is past, and here it starts anew".

"I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,

And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past".

"But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,

Though there were times you did some things, you know you shouldn't do".

"But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free,

So won't you take my hand now and share My life with Me".

So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,

For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
To Our Troops:

Thanks to my buddy Joy in Ohio for sending me the following story from on the internet some where. It helped me realize; nothing is ever as bad as how it seems:


WEST VIRGINIA GHOST STORY

This happened about a month ago just outside a little town in the low country of West Virginia, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's real.

A guy was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a really dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing ghost-like in the rain. It slowly crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride really bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door, only then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel. The car slowly started moving and the guy was terrified, too scared to think of jumping out and running.

The guy saw that the car was slowly approaching a sharp curve, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and begging for his life; he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and into the marsh and he would surely drown. Then just before the curve, a hand appeared through the driver's window and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend.

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a cafe and voice quivering, ordered a cup of hot coffee, black, then told everybody about his experience.

A silence enveloped the cafe and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy was telling the truth and was not just some weirdo.

About half an hour later two guys walked into the cafe and one says to the other: Look Jethro there's that idiot who rode in our car when we were pushing it in the rain.

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Presents:

Wayne Adams

Author of 3 books:

11	Medication For The Soul	Connections Love Poems

'Wayne Adams was born September 29, 1949 in Memphis Tennessee, he grew up in the Longview, Texas area. In 1968 Wayne Adams graduated from Hallsville (Texas) High School. He attended and graduated from East Texas State University in 1972 (ETSU has since been renamed Texas A&M Commerce). In 1972 Wayne Adams enlisted in the US Army and was trained in the area of personnel, he was discharged in 1986. Since 1989 Wayne has been employed as a Correctional Officer at Southern correctional Institute.
 Wayne Adams has been married to Claudia (for over 25 years). He has 4 adult children from a previous marriage and 7 grandchildren.'

His wife Claudia Adams states that her husband has been writing for about 25 years, mostly short stories and a lot of science fiction. Currently, Wayne has several novelettes that are waiting to be heard from the publishers and Wayne Adams is working on a sequel to his book 11.

The Richmond County Daily Journal Staff Writer Dawn M. Kurry has done an excellent article about Wayne Adams and his book 11, "Biscoe author publishes mystery novel about Asheboro". Staff Writer Dawn M. Kurry begins, "Inspired by a vivid dream, Wayne Adams of Biscoe has published a book entitled “11” and it’s based in Asheboro." This article also includes the names and some details of other books that Wayne Adams is working on.

11 by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "A serial killer appears in Asheboro, North Carolina targeting street level drug dealers. Police Detective Ben Clark is assigned the most difficult case of his career with the task of tracking this elusive killer. He must find this killer before more die, and in spite of public opinion favoring this killer, Detective Clark must remember his oath as a sworn police officer and perform his duties according to the law."

Connections Love Poems by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "Certainly love has been celebrated throughout the centuries. Shakespeare wrote of love and its beauty. Troubadours from the Middle Ages sang of its many assets. And the Bible has a whole chapter devoted to love in Song of Solomon. This book, Connections, attempts to continue to celebrate love within the 21st century. A century more known for its technological achievements than for romance. In Connections I explore love in all of its shapes forms and configurations and end with poems that I dedicate to those who are near and dear to me."

Medication For The Soul by Wayne Adams

^{(book description):} "Medication for the Soul is an expression of relationship-the relationship that is most vital in any human being, and that is the relationship with God. Through poetry, that relationship is expressed from the very soul."

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Where Is Spring?
by Wayne Adams

As I gaze upon the dark and wintry clouds
I ask myself, where is spring/
Is spring a millenia away?
Is it only a dream?
An unfulfilled wish?
It is February and the idea of sun filled spring days
With flowers blooming seems so distant.
Where is spring?
Then my thoughts turn to you
Is not spring in those dancing blue eyes
In those eyes I see spring is here.
Where is spring?
Spring is in the warmth of your heart
A heart that speaks of love
Where is spring?
Spring is in those lovely hands that must be busy.
Hands that create works of wonder.
Where is spring?
Spring is here.
It is in the form of my beloved

Books by Wayne Adams can be purchased at various book stores such as Barnes & Noble, Amazon, or directly from the Publisher, Publish America.

*Permission for all content in this post has been granted to BindingInk.org by Wayne Adams and Claudia Adams

‎"If I Can Dream" is a song made famous by Elvis Presley, written by Walter Earl Brown and notable for its direct quotations of Martin Luther King, Jr. It was recorded by Presley in June 1968, two months after King's assassination. The recording was first released to the public as the finale of Presley's '68 Comeback Special..." Wikipedia

If I Can Dream - Elvis Presley

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true
Oh why

There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear

We're lost in a cloud
With too much rain
We're trapped in a world
That's troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly

Deep in my heart there's a tremblin' question
Still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle, yeah
And while I can think, while I can walk
While I can stand, while I can talk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true......right now