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Lenny Davis
October 13, 2008
I'm Sorry for your loss. I've been there.
Mark Eichenlaub
October 13, 2008
I never met Al however I have talked to him on the telephone 6 times and all Al was doing was reading a
good medical book that he was really excited about, like a
kid with a new toy. Al will be missed by all that knew
him. Now I just feel so bad for his new wife Mary. She didn't
deserve this to happen. I have the same disease as Al had but somehow I guess that i'm fortunate. Mary and I did quite
a bit of research on this liver disease that Al and I had and now he is going to be missed. I will be praying for his family.
Bethany Milton
October 9, 2008
Chirs i am so sorry. I hope everything goes ok with you. I am here for you if you need anything. Remember you are like a brother to me we go way back. LOVE YA
Dorothe Dawson
October 8, 2008
My heart go's out to Alfreds wife and children. My prayers will be with his family during there time of grief.
W.D. RADCLIFF
October 8, 2008
The Journey
They came rowing down the rapids, between the valleys green,
Protruding rocks, and fallen trees, all across the river, in between.
Egging Lady Luck, to somehow once again, protect them today.
After all, didn't they every year, find the courage to come this way?
Freezing, laughing, dipping water, the canoe had sprung a leak,
But soon the journey would be over, then shelter they would seek.
Trekking up the mountain, the way would be mighty long and hard,
But, oh the beauty of that haven there, would be their sweet reward.
Coming home again, to the place where they fell in love,
Way upon the mountain, wisps of clouds hanging, o`er the roof above.
She leaned and softly whisper, as they trudged on up the rugged hill,
When we're old, and weathered, would you like to come here still?
He held her tightly, and told her, this will forever be our place,
We love to run the rapids, we like to run the race,
But one day, tomorrow, when we reach our journey's end,
We'll come back to this, our mountain, where our life first began.
WILEY
October 8, 2008
Sunset on a Mountain
How beautiful, a sunset on a mountain, all aglow.
We look at the falling leaves and we surely know,
Gods’ in Heaven and all is right with our hearts.
So beautiful is the nature, here in these parts.
We sit there many times in the late evening sun.
Sometimes we walk up the mountain one, by one.
Watching the red bird and the robin sing away,
We know this we will ever remember, as a beautiful day.
It is so good, looking at the red oaks, trees of red and see
Sweet gum and others, with the yellow hue to be,
When the sun shines bight, and I know God looks down,
To see the glory in the sweet head of His Son’s crown.
I wait His soon coming to walk with Him up the hill.
Listen to the soft voice of the whippoorwill,
As it sings a song, to Jesus, in the red and golden hue,
All, amidst, the golden, flowers, and in the morning dew.
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