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| (I had made this afghan for a
pastor |
| and his wife for their
faithfulness |
| to us following the death of
our son.) |
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| Dear Pastor Ross and Mrs. Ross |
| And Tim and Debbie too - |
| This afghan comes with warmth and love |
| From us to each of you. |
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| A thank-you is a simple thing |
| You say it once and then it's gone |
| But a token of appreciation |
| Says it once and then lives on. |
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| And as I worked from day to day |
| And knit each color row by row |
| So many thoughts went through my mind |
| I thought perhaps you'd like to know. |
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| The black,
of course, reminds me |
| Of our hearts so full of sin |
| Until we realize our plight |
| And ask the Saviour to come in. |
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| The color red,
all woven through |
| The blood that flowed at Calvary |
| That cleansed our hearts and changed our lives |
| That fit for Heaven we might be. |
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| Jesus said He'd build us mansions |
| One for me and one for you |
| And I know they're ready now |
| 'Way up there beyond the
blue. |
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| No one on earth can ever know |
| The pain and anguish that we knew |
| But you were always near to comfort |
| And teach us how to trust anew. |
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| And even yet sometimes the stormclouds |
| Hang so low; we feel so blue |
| But just your smile - your words of comfort |
| And the sun comes smiling through. |
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| So thank you for your words of wisdom |
| For your patience and your trust |
| Each day we praise and thank the Lord |
| For what you mean to each of us. |
