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the same base that the helicopter
that went down in Afghanistan
flew out of. He said he saw them load
and leave, never to return again.
flew out of. He said he saw them load
and leave, never to return again.
Our troops need our prayers....
Respectfully asking...
Nancy Tirello
Hear my heart and join with me in prayer,
I believe you will be blessed and our troops
will have a wall of God's protection around them.
Phil 4:6
We need to continue to pray as long
as our troops are giving their time and
as our troops are giving their time and
their lives for everyones' benefit.
Hold these precious troops daily
in our prayers.
God bless our Troops.
Please pass on the word after a short prayer!
Please pass on the word after a short prayer!
Prayer wheel for our soldiers, sailors, and airmen...
"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands
Protect them as they protect us. Bless them
and their families for the selfless acts they
perform for us in our time of need. I ask this
in the name of Jesus, our Lord and Savior.
Amen."
Say a prayer for our troops (land, air, and sea)
in Afghanistan, Kuwait, Iraq, and around the world.
Of all the gifts you could give the US Military,
Prayer is the very best one.....
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
God's Boxes
I have in my hands two boxes,Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why, And I saw,
in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me..."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?"
My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go.
"We should consider all of our friends a blessing."
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see,
Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.
With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why, And I saw,
in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me..."
I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?"
My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go.
"We should consider all of our friends a blessing."
A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see,
Is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.