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Along the path of life's dusty road, I stopped to plant a seed and watch it grow. The 'Water of Life' I richly drew, As it bubbled forth abundantly, from deep within it's well. And like the early morning, misting dew, This 'Water of Life', upon the fertile ground, I sprinkled freely all around. Then, with the sweet soothing sounds of the father's pure love, I nestled down nearby and cooed like a dove. With much prayer and thanksgiving to the father above, I asked that the seed I planted, spring forth in a blossoming of... 'pure love'. Knowing one day, by the grace of our father alone, I would return with another to seek 'his own'. This one 'seed', which in 'pure love' I was allowed to nurture and water, as though it were my 'very own'. With the 'love' of my whole heart, this is written for: Laura Ann Clark from: Schuyler Smith
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