LAST DAY OF MARCH, 2015.... HARD TO BELIEVE!
TIME IS MOVING ON.. SPRING IS HERE AND THE "SPRING WEATHER" IS TRYING TO COME AND STAY AROUND! APRIL WILL BEGIN TOMORROW AND GOOD FRIDAY IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER.. ALONG WITH EASTER SUNDAY! TIME TO GIVE THANKS FOR EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE FOR EACH OF US.. HAVE YOU SEEN THE PICTURES OF JESUS, BLOODY, BEATEN, AND NAILED ON THE CROSS ... WITH THE WORDS.. "HE LOVED US SO MUCH, HE DID THIS FOR YOU AND ME"? IT'S SO TRUE... HE PAID A DEBT HE DID NOT OWE, BECAUSE WE OWED A DEBT WE COULD NOT PAY.. YES, HE LOVES US THAT MUCH!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZFN8TBfgNU
How Great Is Our God (Chris Tomlin
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Meeting the Easter Bunny
On Easter morn at early dawn before the cocks were crowing I met a bob-tail bunnykin and asked where he was going. "Tis in the house and out the house a-tispy, tipsy-toeing, Tis round the house and 'bout the house a-lightly I am going." "But what is that of every hue you carry in your basket?" "Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue; I wonder that you ask it. "Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs and eggs of red and gray, For every child in every house on bonny Easter day." He perked his ears and winked his eye and twitched his little nose; He shook his tail -- what tail he had -- and stood up on his toes. "I must be gone before the sun; the east is growing gray; Tis almost time for bells to chime." -- So he hippety-hopped away. ~Author Rowena Bennett, 1930~ |
Meeting the Easter Bunny
On Easter morn at early dawn before the cocks were crowing I met a bob-tail bunnykin and asked where he was going. "Tis in the house and out the house a-tispy, tipsy-toeing, Tis round the house and 'bout the house a-lightly I am going." "But what is that of every hue you carry in your basket?" "Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue; I wonder that you ask it. "Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs and eggs of red and gray, For every child in every house on bonny Easter day." He perked his ears and winked his eye and twitched his little nose; He shook his tail -- what tail he had -- and stood up on his toes. "I must be gone before the sun; the east is growing gray; Tis almost time for bells to chime." -- So he hippety-hopped away. ~Author Rowena Bennett, 1930~ |
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