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Sunday, September 6, 2020

Old Jams I Love






I Got Carried Away




Let Me Be the Clock




Ooh Baby Baby



If This World Were Mine


Love won't Let Me wait


Give Me Your Love



Tu Me Besas Muy Rico




Dream Lover




There's Only You



No Ordinary Love



God Only Knows And Jesus Movie



So powerful and encouraging......................



My Favorite Jesus movie that made me fall in love with Jesus
  
I love you so much, Jesus!!!


Being Home

Being Home 


I miss the sweetness of the day 
The twilights and the dawns per se 
The rain that fell on old tin roofs 
And the pounding of my horse's hoofs 
The country side so green and fair 
The hills in winter, the County Fair 
The Spring in May, the flowers so wild 
The joy in just being a child 
I miss the dinners on family tables 
The love that made us all feel able 
To face the world so cold and mean 
The beauty in life that can't be seen 
The cows in the meadow, the fish in the creek 
The hay in the hay fields fresh smelling and sweet 
The rabbits that ran when we ran through those fields 
The way we were then when our young lives felt real 
But most of all, I miss the love 
I miss the wonder of skies above 
I miss the way I longed for life 
And never knew then of the oncoming strife
I miss my mom and I miss my dad 
And all the good times we all had 
My brothers and sisters and the farm of my youth 
Working the earth and knowing the truth 
For the truth now escapes me 
As my life slips away 
And the twilights have taken 
All my sunrises away 
How I miss those sweet days 
And the joy I have known 
How I miss feeling loved 
How I miss being Home.



©by Voo 
October 31, 2004
 2:15 a.m.

Special People


Special People



The world is full of special people
Living all apart
Afraid to meet one another's eyes
Or let them in their hearts.
Special people walking past
Other special people daily
Living life somber and sad
When they could be living gaily.
Eating dinner all alone
Lonely breakfast, lonely lunch
Letting love just pass them by
Without a single hunch.
Dreaming dreams day after day
And lonely hours of night
Never dreaming that they could come true
Or that things could come out right.
Special people with special gifts
To share but afraid to share
Praying to God to send them love
But never seeing it there.
For we all have our ideals of love
And we can't compromise
To accept a different kind of love
Or bless it with our eyes.
So lonely people live and die
Alone with bitter pride
While love is knocking at our doors
Begging to come inside.


©by Voo
December 26, 2004
 10:46 p.m.

Moonlight on the Dream World