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Truckstop Chapel
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Truckstop Chapel |
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bubblesleave Member
since 2006-03-04
Posts 197Bloomington, IN 
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He came into the chapel at a truckstop near ST. Paul, walked straight up to the alter, his words I still recall. I know it's been a while Lord since I've been in here. I know that You remember me. I know that You still care. Today I want to thank You for the time You gave to him, and for the days he spent with me, I'll always treasure them. I'm thankful that I got to see him take his first two steps. He never would have hit that ball without Your special help. I thank You for the day I watched him kiss his new found bride. Lord I'm grateful that I have a Grandson at my side. At last, Oh Lord I realize You know just how I feel, You had an only son to die and yet You had to live. The man stood up, then turned around; no more I heard him say. He walked into the cold damp of the dawning Christmas day. |
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Buttons Junior Member
since 2006-02-27
Posts 34 |
I like this alot. Buttons |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
A very moving write. I enjoyed it very much. |
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