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The melody of the tune
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
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Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to the one who has born this day!
Let the whole world rejoice and say
Happy bithday!
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The window of my heart has become opaque, I've loss sight of the truth that is within me. The current of life has sweep me amid the raging sea. I'm full of remorse, a sad countance gloat over me. Things are not what they seems; no one would truly understand. Very soon the truth will be my only stand. We think we know, but we are dead wrong. Time will tell, the matter is in its hand. No one knows.
No one knows what really is at hand.
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On the twelfth day to Christmas I promised and encouraged all to be kind
One the eleventh day of Christmas
My conscience spake to me
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Love and be loved
For love knows no bound
There is no holding back with love
It is freedom to the one who loves
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Life long road are rough and uncertain
The curbs are never ending
No one knows what is truly ahead
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What shall I do that I may be save
How shall I live that I may gain eternal life
Must I love my brother as you have loved
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The pickney dem dead
Owe! To the mudda dem
Mi bawl!
Tie mi belly
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How can I forget you
O beautiful one
You who groomed me
Though I knew not
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The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He make me to lie down
In green pastures
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Love is a beautiful thing
It anchors securely upon one's heart
It launches Like a shooting star
Opens wide like a sunflower awaken to the sun
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I love you Lord!
To you I gave my heart.
In you my joy is complete.
Your promises I will keep.
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Love blooms
When I'm loving you
A smile on my face
You always made my day
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I count the days of every of fleeting moments, lustful desires, angry gesture, hateful thoughts...They are all empirical, spontaneous, somewhat insignificant as they go by.
These uninhibited manner arouse curious eye, stir fear, you wonder why. The mystery, the element, the grey area in between rapidly changing tasks.
The world a stage, the drama it plays, the actors screen, cry, rage, flare and engage, it's critics always had sometime to say.
Teach us to number our days, that our soul may save. If I had a dollar for every hour, a millionaire I would say. We all chase the wind in one way or another knowingly we cannot catch it. Loving life, hate it another; it is His grace that preserves, I'm sure there is no other.
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Throw me a bone and I'll make a meal
Place me in desolation and I'll create beauty
Give me poverty and I'll create wealth
Give me death and I'll seek after life
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Today I lock myself away in solitary
My grief amount to my head
The love that I long for is no more
It is now dead
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Joy! Joy! Joy!
The melody of the tune
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!
Joy!
Base
Alto
Soprano
Someone always missed the tune
We all laugh
At the end of that song
Joy!
Joy!
Joy!
The sopranos sang
We kept going
It seems so long
I smiled
All the way through this song
We all smiled
When we sang this one
It is the season of joy!
Let, joys rang
Like a bell
It prolong
Joy! Joy! Joy! ...
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I am not UNDER construction neither am I a finished product. I have learned a long time ago to be comfortable at any levels of live. I am not the colors of my hair neither the styles that I wear. Have no fear, I AM A WOMAN! A woman who once was a daughter and a sister full of vigor and life. Who has now becomes a wife and a mother the nurturer of her home. Who has given herself to all the facets of her life never asking for nothing in return. Over time, She has gotten some wear and tear. Tossed by the wind of life, don't worry, she knows how to survived. Many days she has to worked over time to ensure the job gets done when no one in sight. Often she is the first to rise and the last to lay down. Like a vehicle that is over worked, She does break down: trying to find a good mechanic, she can't be laying down, she must be up and running. If you don't believe, take a look at her mileage; this motor has been running twenty years plus. She have been hurt, burn, her pain was much, but none has ever stopped her from becoming the woman who she is. On 👀 stand from the outside looking in, wondering why I am the way I AM? Shushed, don't speak too fast. I am nothing that you will be judging me by. Come, take a walk in my shoes then tell me what it is like to be me. Before you say a word, let me tell you this, the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh worked very hard to provide our bread. The fruits of my womb are beautiful and are doing excellent! The works of my hands are draped into the tapestry of our lives and I live by faith not by sight. So be careful on how you judge and what you report because there can be false evidence that apparently seems to be real. I am not perfect, neither have I arrived. I am still on a journey discovering life and sometimes I have to reroute, there are no short cuts, I founded this to be true. You will discover some cuts and bruises that I never complained about, from working in my garden, cooking in the kitchen, playing with the kids, sewing late at nights, volunteering my time, I could go on, but I am tried. I rest my case... It is very late, I must go to bed, but before I go I want to let you know. I was not only a daughter and a sister, as I am a wife and a mother, I AM A WOMAN! Fearless and wonderful made... I am not only a woman, I am a renaissance woman ~Zion Dedicated to every woman who knows that the struggles are real and out of their struggles found strength, to overcome! Shalom!