Every cord that tried to bind you
Will fall away behind you
Every pain remind you
That a crown of jewels awaits …
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You will ne’r be bitter
You’ll be sweeter for the finding
You thought you’d die, but then realized
How strong it grew your faith
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To the One who’s worthy
We’ll lay them at His feet
Singing Glory Hallelujah
At the trump sound when we meet
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To the One who’s worthy
We’ll lay them at His feet
Singing Glory Hallelujah
At the trump sound when we meet
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Words and music
Kelly S Griswold
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Have a super God blessed day friends
You are so loved

Start the music
Strike up the Timbral
Play the melodious harp
Hold your hands high
March humbly on,
In Heavenly Harmon love
His Holy word, proclaims the truth
Sharper than any two edged sword
Move with grace
Move with style
Harmless as a dove
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Kelly Sampson Griswold

“By day The Lord directs His love
At night His song is with me
A Prayer to the God of my life”
Psalm 42-8 Holy Bible
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Mirrored Love
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Each day I look to Gods sweet face
My heart to Him I vow
My life to Him for each new day
I leave to Him the how
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I’m safe, I trust in His command
My sufferings understood
Reaching out to Jesus hand
Past hardships for my good
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By night I rest … on soft sweet cloud
Upon His loving word
In His blood that cleansed my stains
Let it rain …
Lord
Let it rain …
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Prayers go up and time goes by
Storms roar sure enough
My faith and wisdom to increase
Through His mirrored love
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Years it took, to assuage
The fears that held me down
There’s healing rain within my heart
All to Jesus now
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Words and music
A Hymn By Kelly S Griswold

“These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” John 16:33
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A fiddle head shaped piece of driftwood sits wedged between two slate gray rocks. It looks as though it’s been nestled right there, tight and cozy for many years, bleaching in the sun.
The tidewater is magically swirling around my feet; massaging them. As each new wave comes in, the driftwood’s gully sounds are not without their rhythmic rounding , smoothing off the sharp edges.
Many new treasures are being created with each new sandblasting. They are slowly becoming gift’s of God’s wonder, all along the sea shore.
As the wind whistles through the jetty, sea shells are floating right on up to the shore. I am still now, just listening to the muffled sounds of the wind under my tightly held hat. Maybe I could turn into a sailboat! More crashing sounds of the ocean’s waves, are rushing toward me; rippling back and forth. The time here, has been Cathartic.
Deep within, I hear an old familiar music box, with intricate, revolving cylinders. A pelting scratch, a jingle cut, in the eye of colored glass.
I’m thankful to God; I have learned to listen to His breath, moving upon the earth.
In my heaped up heart, I let out a healing cry to my God in whom I trust.
From the safety of my warm thatched hut. I know that I am loved. I see the precious, soft, and silvery piece of driftwood, sitting securely in it’s entirety. Still, in the moment, just like me. Resting in Him, Happy as a clam, protected and all settled in; looking up.
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I feel God is with us, encompassing us in his bosom. He has been there all the while. Loving us through all the trials. He’s never left us, through all the storms.
Thank you Jesus, for Your perfect unconditional love. You are our strength. There is no doubt; as a friend once said to me; there is a still small voice that soothes our ears, touches us with His healing hands, and carries us far; above the storms; all Thy way home.
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Kelly S Griswold
Twilight at Odiorne point

It’s approaching sunset
by the gentle stream
God’s grace is flowing freely
Like the cool waters swirling round my feet
Feeling refreshed
For it’s been a trek, a tad lone and long
Looking up
Thankward
A refreshing drink, renews my strength
My line is cast into the mirrors dancing floor
Where patience proves her very work
Time trips sound and jumps my bow
Mosquitoes play a courting song
As I doze In a standing sleep
In such a swift, yet peaceful place
So full and quenched by God Himself
In His sweet familiar flowing pace
Pans of fish
Are in the mix
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Kelly S Griswold
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Rest well tonight
You are so loved

Springtime
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Plum trees are a budding
Mint is creeping low
Willows are a weeping
Springing up a springtime show
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Surely they are inching
Well hello now, don’t you say
But for all the fragrant dewfall
A dusting on the feeding tray
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And the birds, they are a chirping
With alluring songs of old
For all of springtime stalling
Pollen’s misting to the snow
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Nascent white, the popcorn
Treats for God’s eye, I suppose
A precious sight for passers by
Mind you, … lookout, my nose
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And Springtime’s worth the wait
When I’m needing sweet relief
A cold spell dampens down the well
With one soft handkerchief
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Kelly Sampson Griswold