MY HEART CAN SING When I pause to remember A heartache here Is but a stepping stone Along the trail That's winding always upward This troubled world Is not my final home.
But until then My heart will go on singing Until then With joy I'll carry on, Until the day My eyes behold the city Until the day God calls me home.
by Stuart Hamblen 1958
Psezz; No.2
"Love Handles" Click Pic To See More
Psezz; No. 1
"Sunny Disposition" Click To See More
Rachelle Southwestern Artist Bag
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The Slideshow Above
You are watching an afternoon event at our household. The guys: Dad, son-Frankie, his friend John, and son-in-law, Isaac, falling one of our pines that didn't make it through the summer drought in the past two years. On the sidelines, Grandma Elizabeth, now-married to Isaac-daughter,Katie and of course, Mollie--our four legged family member. I laugh when I remember Isaac climbing to the top of the pine-- wanting to "ride the fallen tree" down to the ground but Katie wanting to keep her new husband in one piece and then Grandma, who is 92, and suffering from macular degeneration going out and poking the fallen tree with her cane and checking out the separated bark pieces in her hands. It's a keeper memory!
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