My favorite...
...colors are pink and white
...animals are horses, dogs, and cats
...sports are football and baseball
...season is winter
...movie is The Green Mile
...drink is water with lemon
...author is James Patterson
...singer is Brian McKnight
...holiday is Christmas
...website is MySpace.com
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Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections!
God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but HE did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears & light for the way.
Movies:
*~Can I Go Now~*
Can I go home now
Is it ok for me leave
You know how much I love you
And I don't want you to grieve
I know that you'll be lonely
I know your heart will break
But please try to understand
I've took all that I can stand
The pain that wrecks my body
It's unbearable some days
You have cared so for me
And helped in so many ways
Can I go home now
I am so weak and worn
And if it's ok with you
I'd like to go before the morn
Please don't start to cry
You did your very best
But Jesus says that it's ok
To take my final rest
I really don't want to leave
Our family O so sweet
But I am so heavy laden
I want to rest at Jesus feet
Can I go home now
Please just hold my hand
I really need to go now
Just try to understand
My Savior beckons me
To a land of perfect rest
And it looks so inviting
And I have been so blessed
I truly want to thank you
For all that you have done
And I'll be waiting for you
When your life's race is run
I really need to go now
Please say that it's ok
My angel here is waiting
And she will guide my way
I am so very sorry
To leave you so alone
But for this I have been waiting
I have to go on home
I'd really like to go now
If that's ok with you
I feel the pain is leaving
As I bid this world adieu
I can see the Heaven's open
What Beauty do I see
At the door is my Jesus
He's reaching out to me
My pain is all gone now
And I can breathe with ease
The air here is so perfect
I don't even hear a wheeze
I safely made it home now
O My Jesus is so sweet
I'll now thank Him forever
As I bow down at His feet
When you cross Old Jordan
On this shore you will stand
We will always be together
I will forever hold your hand
Heroes:
Tears For A Cop - God's Version
When God Made Peace Officers
When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into His sixth day of overtime. An angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of idling around on this one."And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform. He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day at a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvas the neighborhood for witnesses and testify in court the next day. He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands....no way!""It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes the officer has to have.""That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, Sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job) Another pair here in the side of his head for his partner's safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, "You'll be alright, Ma'am....when he knows it isn't so.""Lord, " said the angel, touching his sleeve. Rest and work on this tomorrow.""I can't", said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked."You bet", said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop...and it still keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily newspaper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the peace officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.""That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear.""What's a tear for?" asked the angel."It's for bottled up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag for justice.""You're a genius," said the angel.The Lord looked somber, "I didn't put it there," He said, "It comes with the job."
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