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Twas' the night Jesus came
and all through the house,
Not a person was praying,
not one in the house.
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at 2008-09-01 |
Rating: 4.56
Votes: 75 |
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The rising moon, in sky above
engulfed in shroud of night
Hangs high above the darkened earth
and bathes it with its light
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by S.R. Elwood
at 2008-08-19 |
Rating: 4.33
Votes: 9 |
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Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
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by Oren Arnold
at 2008-05-27 |
Rating: 4.23
Votes: 13 |
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I feel a strange sensation
Stirring in my heart
I can feel that something big
Is just about to start
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by S.R. Elwood
at 2008-08-19 |
Rating: 4.22
Votes: 9 |
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Thinking of you
Makes the miles disappear,
Together we're looking at bright decorations,
Enjoying what we like to do,
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.20
Votes: 5 |
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Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself.
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by Norman W. Brooks
at 2008-09-01 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 25 |
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Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
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by Oren Arnold
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 7 |
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We are a band of carollers,
We march through frost and snow,
But care not for the weather
As on our way we go.
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at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 2 |
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It isn't the flowing ribbons,
draped and curled with extra care,
or the fine and fancy bows
tied with ornamental flair.
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at 2008-11-27 |
Rating: 3.84
Votes: 31 |
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The Virgin Mother kneels upon the floor
And holds her baby in her arm,
Her heart is gladder than her lips can say,
To keep her new born baby snug and warm,
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at 2008-12-16 |
Rating: 3.78
Votes: 23 |
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This year at Christmas, I'll wander,
To a snowy, glistening place,
Where God watches warm through the window,
Blessing my life with His grace.
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by Jean Penner
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 3.62
Votes: 8 |
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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
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by Irving Berlin
at 2008-04-21 |
Rating: 2.33
Votes: 3 |
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It is a tender grasping little fist
That wraps her finger mightily that day,
So small and warm, holding tightly on ...
Timely bond of mother with newborn life.
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by Virginia Kimball
at 2008-12-16 |
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 10 |
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