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Created on: November 18, 2008
The man had always been so careful,
But the accident today took his life.
His last thoughts were troubling.
He was leaving a child and wife.
Who would love and protect them,
His last thoughts were so very sad.
His wonderful wife left here alone,
To raise their child with no dad.
Thoughts of not seeing them again,
Rushed through his troubled mind.
Their picture were in his wallet,
He needed to see them one last time.
But his arms lay lifeless by his side,
With these final thoughts in his head.
He wouldn't get to see their pictures,
The doctor was pronouncing him dead.
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It is only a pretty red rose,
A miracle of God's design;
But I can not unfold its petals
With these human hands of mine.
The wisdom of unfolding roses
Is a secret unknown to me.
GOD opens this pretty rose so easy,
But how he does it I can not see.
If I cannot unfold a pretty rose,
This miracle of God's design,
How could I possess the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
The events that lie before me,
Only my Heavenly Father knows.
So I trust him to lead me,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
I'll trust in God to lead me
Through each aspect of my day.
I will look to him for guidance
In every moment along the way.
People fall in love and get married,
They are happy and every day is good.
Time is filled with tender affection,
Life is going well just like it should.
Then its time to buy their first home,
And their love brings forth a child.
They are now part of the main stream,
Life is good and goes well for awhile.
But then comes job losses and worries,
Just getting by is a struggle every day.
It becomes difficult to be affectionate,
With so many bills and so little pay.
Even after their situation improves,
Memories of the difficult times live on,
They often end up hurt and separated,
With love they once shared almost gone.
So read often this poem of love and life.
Respect its message and remember it good.
Show love and affection every single day,
And life will go well just like it should.
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