How do my hands wave? Moving and rising in my hands the way it shows all the pictures. Reaching, grasping and encasing in my hands it paints your understanding into a perfect place. Tumbling and rumbling in my hands move all the beautiful feeling in an inspiration. Crashing and smashing in my hands it stands for all the meanings of natural signing. Waving with my hands reflects! (created by Deb Ann)
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
John 3:16
I Believe
the photo of my daughter by Dan
I wandered down into the forest,
I looked down at the path,
It led me through the darkest,
But I wouldn't give up my faith.
I got out of there!
I saw the light!
I was called out of the darkness
into the light!
But I wasn't
My faith was strong
I wandered down into the forest,
I looked down at the path,
It led me through the darkest,
But I wouldn't give up my faith.
I got out of there!
I saw the light!
I was called out of the darkness
into the light!
But I wasn't
My faith was strong
I wasn't lost
I put my trust in Him,
With all my soul, strength, and heart,
And I know He's with me,
Wherever I go.
I believe
He's in me
I believe
So since I've been called out,
He's my Sunshine,
In the forest, I look up to the top,
Faith, believe, and trust are like trees growing.
I believe
I put my trust in Him,
With all my soul, strength, and heart,
And I know He's with me,
Wherever I go.
I believe
He's in me
I believe
So since I've been called out,
He's my Sunshine,
In the forest, I look up to the top,
Faith, believe, and trust are like trees growing.
I believe
as growing
I believe
Written by Deb Ann
Written by Deb Ann
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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