First, friendship starts with a seed oh so tiny and small; it soon grows up to be a child. Laughs from the people will be heard. Long-lived chats are heard as the seed is growing. Soon, it grows to teenager cheers. The friendship seed is growing. It turns to an adult flower. Red, yellow, and blue colors appear on the flower; a friendship is formed. Laughs and long-lived chats are heard from the house of the friendship flower.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. delivering his last speech in Memphis on April 3, 1968. Detroit will honor his legacy on January 21, 2008 with a rally and march through downtown.
Originally uploaded by Pan-African News Wire File Photos
Martin Luther King Jr said, "I have a dream..." His dream came true!!!
You can't let the devil take you down and tell you, "Don't do it, throw the towel in. Your gonna be entering the world of danger." Say "devil go away, I'm not gonna quit! I'm going to pursue my dream!"
God made us so we could live to do great things. The Lord is my Shepherd and my Leader and when things grow dark He's right by my side, He will help me pursue the great dream of the Pentecostals of OC to win souls. We are here in OC to reach out to lost souls. No matter what you go through God is on your side...so my question is are you going to fight back or stay in the box?
Fathers are wonderful people,
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should,
For Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and hero of the scrimmage,
And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion.
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and soft as he can be.
Fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and bring them happiness,
And like our heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.
too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
as often as we should,
For Father struggles daily
to live up to his image
As protector and provider
and hero of the scrimmage,
And perhaps that is the reason
we sometimes get the notion
That fathers are not subject
to the thing we call emotion.
But if you look inside Dad's heart,
where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental
and soft as he can be.
Fathers are just wonderful
in a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
and accolades of praise,
For the only reason Dad aspires
to fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
and bring them happiness,
And like our heavenly Father,
he's a guardian and a guide,
Someone we can count on
to be always on our side.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Taste of Music
A stage
A young woman
In a long black dress
Slim fingers
And a taste for
Music.
Hesitant,
Brow furrowed
But slowly walking
Towards the gleaming
Piano.
She sits
and stares
At the white, pearly
Keys laid out
Before her.
She places her hands
Delicately
Softly
Lovingly
On the white
And black ladder.
Where does it lead?
To a friends laugh
A loving hug
And a first kiss-
Sweetness equal
To that of
Chocolate.
She pushes down
Lightly on the first rung
And a deep tone
Pierces the dark room.
A smile plays
mischievously on
Her mouth
As she once again
Tastes the
Music.
That is my mom with hands of piano glory.
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