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      Prayers

As I say my morning prayers
I know my Lord is always there,
He hears each word I pray
And gives my strength come what may.

As I say my bedtime prayers
I know my Lord really cares,
I thank Him for the the beautiful night

And ask Him to watch over me ‘til morning light.

                                                                                                Written by: Joy Bowling
                                                                                                 on 6/27/09 12:49 A.M.

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Wandering in the Wilderness

Walking around

Bumbling around

No where bound

Wandering in the wilderness

Without care

Without thought

Wandering in the wilderness

One day I saw something catch me attention

I stopped, looked, I felt,

I fell down upon my knees

I prayed,

I asked for FORGIVENESS

I was WASHED

I was NEW

I wander NO more in the wilderness

I don't walk alone

I walk with my LORD JESUS

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This is a poem I wrote when my Mama Susie passed away. It came to me much like the other one did, but it came to me in the middle of the night. I was 16 years old. It was written Jan 4, 1982 My Mama passed away Jan. 2, 1982 This is in memory of Susie McGlone Frazier and now my Mother Esther Belle Frazier McGlone July 31,2002.   Joy Bowling

              At Midnight

 At Midnight I saw you in a dream that I had,

 From where you stood, you looked so sad,

I dreamed you had left me in the middle of the night,

I woke up in a terrible fright,

And it was in the darkness of that night,

I looked over and you were happily asleep,

but in a sleep so deep to take you away from your loved ones,

But you'll never be forgotten as long as I live,

Your memory will never die, so that's why I'll never say good-bye,

Because I'll see you in that promise land-filled with angels and their glorious band.

And there we'll stand on the streets of pure gold, where no one will ever grow old.