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~ In His Love, Rhonda
Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start
With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
There’ll never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
Where do I start
She fills my heart with very special things
With angels’ songs, with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That everywhere I go I’m never lonely
With you my love, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand-it’s always there
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I’ll need her till the stars all burn away
And she’ll be there
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Andy Williams
sung by Englebert Humperdinck
My Leah Has Passed On Into Glory
Four months after being diagnosed with terminal cancer my precious Leah has gone on to be with the Lord Jesus Christ. As many of you know I took a leave from work to attend her needs and try to bring her joy. I wanted to be a blessing to her, but as usual she was the one who blessed me. On Sunday morning at 7am she started having trouble breathing. I did not want her to pass without a chance for her family to say goodbye so I took her to the hospital where they kept her comfortable until I could assemble the whole family.
Each and every member of her family came; they kissed her and wished her a happy birthday.
Sunday was her birthday. As the end came closer I saw the glory of God come across her face. She was seeing things that we could not see. As her respiration fell to four breaths per minute, the vile cancer that had filled her lungs began to expel itself. I told everyone to leave the room at once since I did not want them to remember her last breath being anything less than the dignified woman of God that she was. I raised her head in my arms and held her close and reminded her once more of my promise to her. I had made her promise to me that when she sat down at the table to sup with Jesus tonight that she would save me a seat, and I promised her that I would be there. She passed into glory at 8:10 pm with her in my arms.
Ironically she was born of the flesh on her first birthday and born of the spirit on her last.
She is now in the loving arms of Jesus; free from the bonds of this vessel of clay;
free to celebrate life eternal with Christ Jesus her Savior and Lord.
I miss her so much and I want to thank everyone for their prayers and support.
I love you all, and Leah LOVES you too.
God Bless, Allen & Leah
I Will Paint You A Daydream:
The poet expressed your thoughts
And put them in a song
I listened as you sang them
And I knew it wasn’t wrong.
For you to share your daydreams
While I entranced did see
Golden notes in visions
Dance 'round you happy and free.
Something magic happened
And I know not the reason why
But the song your heart was singing
Brought a joyful balm to mine.
So I stepped into your daydream
With brush there in my hand
A palette full of colors near my easel stands.
And while the words of your song may not be my words,the canvas is my own.
And I will paint your daydreams
From the magic in your song!
© 2007 Leah C. Wilson
The Promise
He promised to never leave me
He promised to never forsake me
And though there were times
That I could not see Him
Nor feel His presence near me
It was His promise that
I had to hold on to
For in those times of darkness
Times of feelings of despondency
Times that I felt the whole world
Had come against me
It was His promises
That carried me through.
And now I stand in the aftermath
Looking back at the battleground
Having feasted at the
Table prepared for me
In the presence of my enemy
That I can say with knowledge
Beyond me
That His Word is always TRUE.
© 2006 Leah C. Wilson
Leah C. Wilson was the first person I met at the Authors Den. I will never forget her kindness and grace, as I still struggled with the adverse (brain) effects of a massive stroke. She was my friend, and Sister in Christ. I loved her dearly, and I will miss her, as I continue to treasure the memory of knowing her. I pray you have been blessed by your visit to this site, and will sign the Guest Book below..
Always written in His love, Rhonda
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"Absolute love endures even when love is not returned. Absolute love is the willingness
to give one hundred percent of yourself and never expect anything in return."
Absolute Love
Someone recently made a comment that somewhat took this individual aback. They are well aware of my wife’s recent illness and of the struggle it has been to see to her care and still work fulltime at my job. Their well meaning, but misguided comment was to the effect that I needed to take care of myself and not let this situation in life do me in.
WHAT?
I personally believe that in times like this God gives us what we need to do what needs to be done. Sure it’s hard; sure it’s tough to watch the once lively and energetic person that you love become very ill and confined to a bed. Sure its tough, but absolute love is even tougher. “Take care of myself”, hmm. By taking care of my wife, I am taking care of myself. For when two are joined together with love in its most pure form then taking care of the other is taking care of oneself for you are not two…but one.
For me, commitment is another absolute. When one is committed to another and times get hard or strenuous then that becomes the litmus test; this becomes the test of true devotion and love for another. To only love in the good times is in my opinion selfish and shallow and unfortunately I know of people like this. They like to say that they would do anything for their wife, girlfriend or husband, but in fact when things don’t go exactly as they planned in life, well they suddenly turn and look for the easiest way out….that is not love, but selfishness.
Now I don’t think that this individual meant any real harm in what they said, but if one were to analyze the content then one can most assuredly see that it carried with it overtones of looking out for number one. Sure I am up and down all times of the day and night making sure my wife has her needs met. Sure I am still working full time or else we don’t eat, and sure I am stressed; tired, worried and confused. However I see these tasks as something that one does when one loves sincerely. The way I see it is that one cannot draw the line on where love stops and love begins because there are no boundaries to true love. There is no such thing in absolute love that says I will love you if you love me back.
Absolute love endures even when love is not returned. Absolute love is the willingness to give one hundred percent of yourself and never expect anything in return. I love absolute and if my eyes seem a bit weary, then say something nice to lift my spirits. Please don’t suggest that I lose my burden so that I may appear ever how it is you think I must appear. Encourage me, don’t bring me down and if you think I could use a hand, well offer and mean what you say when you do so. I would most likely say thanks for offering but we will be fine. Don’t be afraid to love. Don’t run from the trial that you are in, but try to be as strong as you can and remember to always love absolute. J. Allen Wilson 6/2008
Dear Allen,
I am a Friend
Who is closer it’s true
Than any member of your family;
For I will never leave you .
Or abandon you, to the cold
And cruel ways of the world
That wheresoever you may go,
I will stay at your side.
Ev’ry heartache of yours
Is a heartache of Mine
I grieve when you grieve
I pine, when you pine.
Ev'ry tear that you shed
From agony, or sorrow
Becomes Mine to keep for you
Within, a Divine bottle.
I have loved you, Allen
With My whole heart
Right from the Beginning,
Right from the Start.
I have proven to you
With My whole being
The love that I bear
Surpasses your feelings.
Because of My great love
On the Old Rugged Cross
You and Leah are One,
That can never be lost.
Therefore, remember, dear Allen
Wherever I AM, so is she
You are NEVER really without her-
Because Son, you are walking… with ME.
In Genuine Love,
Your Closest Friend, Jesus
© 9/10/08 Rhonda S. Galizia Scribe Unto The LORD
International Copyright All Rights Reserved By Law.
Dedicated with lovingkindness to my Friend & Brother-In-Christ, J. Allen Wilson, Sr.
May it minister to your need, as you face the loss of your precious wife, Leah
And the raw pain and sorrow it has left behind.
I took flowers down to Leah today and sat in the soft silence of the setting sun and rising moon.
I sat at the base of the statue of the woman clinging to the cross and thought of Leah in that same respect. Her wish was to rest by this statue as it so represented her life here on earth.
I took my camera and snapped this shot for impact so that we should all do well to heed this call
and find comfort in our souls clinging to the old rugged cross.
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Clinging To The Cross
Soft pinks and lavenders filled the quietness of the evening sky.
The shushed rustle of birds drifted to the silence of night.
The full moon rose like unto a small pearl so gentle; so soft.
Below stood I beside my wife’s freshly dug grave
and the statue of a woman clinging to the cross.
I pondered our days in which we both labored under the sun.
I recall all the blessings in our life that the Lord God had done.
I remembered our trials; I recalled our victories and their cost.
Yet what I remember the most is how through it all,
my wife Leah forever in faith clinging to the cross.
Now that she is gone and I this little man feel so alone.
I think; I pray and I recall how God has always made the way.
now I too know what I must do and that is like Leah…
I am to cling to the cross each and every day.
J. Allen Wilson © 9/13/2008
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Agony
Dear LORD JESUS,
WHEN I READ THE WORDS OF MY BROTHER
AND MY OWN SPIRIT RE-ENACTS HIS PAIN,
MY HEART BECOMES WRENCHED AND TWISTED,
AND I FALL TO MY KNEES, ONCE AGAIN...
OH, THAT THOU WOULD GRANT ME, O LORD
THE RIGHT WORDS, THAT I MUST NEEDS SAY!
SO THAT EVEN A JOT OR TITTLE
OF HIS PAIN, WOULD JUST.. PASS AWAY.
CONVEY FOR ME, ALMIGHTY GOD
THE TRUTH OF YOUR COVENANT LOVE!
THAT BINDS TWO, TOGETHER FOREVER
OH, SEND, THY COMFORTING DOVE!
FOR THOU ALONE ART WORTHY, O LORD
TO SIT, AT THE RIGHT HAND OF THY THRONE
TO SPEAK DIRECTLY TO OUR FATHER
WHOSE GREAT POWER CAN EASE US, ALONE
HOW PATIENTLY HE WAITS FOR US
TO CALL OUT HIS NAME, HIS MERCY TO RECEIVE
THEN, HE LOOKS TO YOU, JESUS… WHO FELT IT FIRST
AND THAT’S WHEN, HE SEND US, HIS PEACE.
Love, Grace, Mercy and Peace from GOD our Father and Jesus Christ our LORD.
©2008 Rhonda S. Galizia Scribe Unto The LORD
International Copyright All Rights Reserved By Law.
Few really know what happened the last two minutes of my Leah’s life.
Not the family….just the two nurses…God and I.
Someday I will explain…but now…but now it brings much pain.
Thank you for allowing me to vent my pains such as these…thank you for all things.
Leah’s Eyes
I feel the warm presence of your child like touch.
In the light of day I still see the sweetness in your eyes that I loved so much.
It has been Seven days today since you in my arms slipped away.
Some say that its time to move on; time to seek another day.
I will in time; I will someday find comfort in my heart and mind.
Yet for now all I can do is grieve for I miss her so much.
I still remember…oh how I remember the last look in your eyes.
They haunt me now at night with their innocent child like plea.
Yet I know…I know now that you my love are free.
Oh Dear God…I have never loved such as this, but now…
But now the nothing; the silence; the eyes that call me in the night,
Oh lord…oh sweet lord, bring me comfort and let me see
once more the love and not the pain in my sweet Leah’s eyes for me.
J. Allen Wilson © 9/14/08
Dearest Allen,
I wrote this in June for my Aunt Vesta & Uncle Mike
to celebrate their 50th Wedding Anniversary,
but it is so reflective of what you told me -
About how you felt about Leah, the child - “DA and Baby”
That I am stirred of the Spirit to send it to you.
I believe it captures what you were trying to say.
May it bring you a Blessing somehow.
Cherish is the Word.
THE ONE WHO TRULY LOVES YOU
By Rhonda S. Galizia
The one who truly
Loves you,
Is the one
Who captures
The essence
Of the child
In you,
And then cherishes
That child
Throughout the years
In sickness,
And in health
In richness,
And in poorness
In hardship,
And in prosperity
In suffering,
And in joy.
Faithfully cherishing
That same child
Until the end.
How else?
When we are called
To become like children,
That we might enter
The Kingdom of God!
How beautifully
Our Heavenly Father
Has provided the way
To preserve His children!
From the moment
Eyes meet
And hearts entwine,
So, the preservation
Begins…
Sanctified in marriage
Sacrificing self
For the good
Of the other,
Noble is the man
Who sets aside his own desires
To lift up his wife, before the LORD!
Pouring himself out,
That she might become
Mighty in the LORD’s purpose, too.
Even as Christ sacrificed Himself
For the Church,
His Bride
So, is it seen
In genuine marriages
on earth.
Marriage is the Sacred Covenant
Between GOD, and
Two of His Children.
It is the Gift
He has given,
Which allows
The Beauty & Innocence
Of His children
To be captured
And preserved…
Unto eternity.
As the child
Was seen
And cherished
On that day,
So shall the child
Be remembered
Until that other day,
When both children
Are delivered
Back into
The hand of GOD.
“HE Writes the Words on My Heart!”
A Writing-Counseling Ministry for CHRIST in Prose, Poetry & Song
Rhonda S. Galizia, 1992 Founder & Scribe Unto The LORD
St. Matthew 13:52 © 2008 International Copyright All Rights Reserved By Law.
The following is taken from an actual card & letter
I sent to Allen upon precious Leah's passing.. It meant so much to Allen, that I feel led by the Spirit now, to add it to his Special Love Collection here.
The authentic online Guest Book for Leah, was done through the Cox Funeral Home, by Legacy.com, and can still be accessed through the link below. Kindly find it in your heart, to visit that Guest Book, as well as the one here, at Allen & Leah's Love Story Page. At some point, Allen will be able to actually have it printed in book form. as a keepsake. Thank You for visiting.
Whenever this song would play
both Leah and I would stop
what we were doing and just stare
into each others eyes.
We would feel from the depths of our hearts
the unconditional love
that we had for each other.
We would reach for each other's hand
and in love's sweet silence
we would live each emotion
wrought forth from the lyrics
of this most beautiful melody.
We loved so profoundly
without speaking a word
with only our eyes speaking for us.
The Lord God in heaven knows
that this was the purest form of love
that a man and woman could share with one another
and He blessed our lives richly.
She is gone now,
but this memory of love unending
lives on forever in my heart and soul.
God, I sure do miss her…
tell her that I love her God
and give her a sweet kiss for me.
MOONGOLD ~O~ ROMANCE SERIES: VIII. Cutting DiAmonds
Dedicated to all those who have lost a Warrior
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Cutting DiAmonds
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I love cutting diamonds at midnight
In my outdoor solitude
Haunting strands of Unchained Melody
Resonate, memories, of you...
Oh my love.........................................my darling
The ice-pond is my center stage
Where I firmly plant my skates
Lights come up, from a low-slung moon
In silence, I contemplate...
I've hungered for your touch.....a long lonely time
With razor-sharp precision now
My glistening blades carve new slices
Into the pond's previous scars
Cutting diamond =^=^=^= interstices!
And time goes by so slowly..........and time can do so much
Frosted, my breath escapes me
As I move in unchained glory
Building my speed, as I go
Until===I reach===Euphori---ahhh===
Are you......................still..........................mine?
My arms, sweep fully outward
My feet, lift, well off the ground
A crystallized spin, in midnight air
For I am responding, to the sound...
I need your love.........................I need your love!
Touchdown! Smoothly, have I landed
Leaning forward, winged like a swan
My hair wraps a veil across my face
As The Righteous...lead me on.
God speed your love..................................to me
Slower now ....slower ...until ....I've ...nearly ..stopped.
Then, I cut out again, and pick up speed
While executing my final leap
I espy you...on the leeside of our tree.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea..................to the sea
My heart is a bongo that won't be stilled
As I glide..........................into your open arms!
My senses all flow with the purity
Of your boyish good looks, and charm
To the open arms.................................of the sea!
You swiftly lift me off my feet
As you lead me into your dance
Snowflakes shimmer about us, like diamonds
And just, as if, by chance..........
Lonely rivers sigh, wait for me..............wait for me
You reach out, to catch a rising star
Then, quickly place it, on my hand
"Now, we're cutting diamonds, my love," you say,
"I hope.............you understand?"
I'll be coming home ............................wait for me!
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"Oh my love ---my darling!
I've hungered for your touch
A long lonely time..."
You dropped your beautiful head
"And time goes by so slowly
And time can do ...so much
Are you, still mine?"
These are the words I said
"I need your love
I need your love -
God speed ...your love ...to me!"
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The ring you had placed on my finger
Was your promise, you would return
I shook my head now, as to clear it
From this memory ... that forever burned
For in truth, you were a Valiant Warrior
Who was never meant, to becontained
So now I come out, alone, at midnight
Cutting diamonds ...annihilates, the pain.
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Moongold ~O~
Lyrics to Unchained Melody © 1955 Hy Zarat
MOONGOLD ~O~ ROMANCE SERIES
© 2008 Rhonda S. Galizia
International Copyright All Rights Reserved By Law.
For a unique experience, read the poetry below, while listening to the Righteous Brothers sing
Allen & Leah's Love Story
is also found
- with my permission -
at Allen's own site.
Please visit! http://jallenwilson.com/
After learning about Allen & Leah having Unchained Melody as their Special Song, I immediately thought of "Cutting Diamonds", and asked Allen if I might post this poem as a Tribute to them.
WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO HONOR THE MEMORY OF A LIFE WELL-LIVED, UNTO THE CHRIST - THAT OF, LEAH CECILE LOONEY WILSON. LEAH WAS KNOWN TO US AS A BELOVED WIFE, MOTHER & GRANDMOTHER, DAUGHTER, SISTER AND FRIEND.,
THOUGH WE MISS HER SORELY, WE GREATLY REJOICE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SHE HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE SUFFERING AND PAIN OF THIS PRESENT WORLD, AND IS NOW ABIDING WITH THE LORD JESUS, FOR WE KNOW, IN THE WORDS OF ST. PAUL, TO BE ABSENT FROM THE BODY IS TO BE PRESENT WITH THE LORD.
LET US BOW OUR HEADS, AND REFLECT FOR A MOMENT, ON HOW LEAH PERSONALLY AFFECTED EACH OF OUR LIVES...
FATHER GOD, WE GIVE YOU PRAISE AND GLORY AND MUCH THANKSGIVING, FOR HAVING LENT TO US, AS IT WERE, YOUR CHILD, LEAH C. WILSON. WE ARE GRATEFUL FOR HER LOVE AND LAUGHTER AND HER PRAYERS! FOR THE GIFTS YOU GAVE HER, OF ART AND MUSIC AND POETRY, WHICH SHE GENEROUSLY SHARED WITH THE WORLD AT LARGE. WE THANK YOU HEAVENLY FATHER, THAT LEAH FAITHFULLY CARRIED YOUR MESSAGE OF LOVE TRIUMPHING OVER EVIL, EVERYWHERE SHE WENT. WE PRAISE YOU FOR THE NUMEROUS LIVES THAT WERE TOUCHED - AND EVEN CHANGED - BECAUSE OF HER LOVELY LIGHT.
IN OUR REMEMBRANCE OF LEAH, MAY THOSE OF US WHO REMAIN, CONTINUE TO SPREAD THAT LIGHT JUST AS ZEALOUSLY, UNTIL YOU SHOULD CALL US HOME, TOO.
IN JESUS' NAME, AMEN.
Reverend Rhonda S. Galizia
Independent Minister, Trinity Evangelical
I Corinthians xv. 20.
The Word of The LORD
Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the
firstfruits of them that slept. For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.
For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. But every man in his own order: Christ the firstfruits; afterward they that are Christ's at His coming. Then cometh the end, when He shall have delivered up the kingdom to God, even the Father; when He shall have put down all rule and all authority and all power, For He must reign, till God the Father hath put all enemies under His feet. The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. For He hath put all things under His feet.
The Word of The LORD.
"HE Writes the Words on My Heart!"
A Writing-Counseling Ministry for CHRIST in Prose, Poetry & Song
Rhonda S. Galizia, 1992 Founder & Scribe Unto The LORD
© International Copyright 1992 - 2010. All Rights Reserved By Law.
I Can Only Imagine
Six days left to what would have been our 24th wedding anniversary…
Twenty days until I kissed her our last good bye on this earth…
but there is coming a day in which…I CAN ONLY IMAGINE
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I Can Only Imagine
I feel the approaching silence as the last day soon draws nigh
To the time of what once was, but is to be nevermore.
To my shame, I have fallen from grace against my hearts weary sigh.
I have lost my way in effort to move past the pain, which this heart of mine bore.
I chased only dreams built only on the desire to feel alive again once more
Yet in doing so, I walked ever further from the Father, and heavens open door.
I was wrong in this, and to this my heart, I feel such remorse and shame.
My intentions were pure, for I only wanted to remember nothing but her name.
But as the days of this summer softly fade on the coming autumns shadowy call.
I realize…Oh God I realize, that I had lied to myself in wanting to move on.
For I still see her in a sunset, I see her in my heart's mind upon every morning's rise.
I still love her, and I guess I always will, until we meet once again in another time.
I can only imagine…
© J. Allen Wilson…8/18/2009
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NIGH ONE YEAR WITH JESUS... TOMORROW, AUGUST 24, 2009 WOULD HAVE MARKED OUR 24TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, AND TWO WEEKS THEREAFTER, MY WIFE'S BIRTHDAY.
BUT CANCER STOLE HER AWAY FROM ME LAST YEAR.
Beloved, it has been a very difficult year for Allen. Please keep him, and Inis, Leah's mother, in your prayers. Thank you.
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PUBLISHER'S SITE:
Happy New Year!
A LETTER TO ALLEN
Hi There! I only met you one time, at Ware Shoals High School, when we had our High School Reunion. You brought Cecile. I do not know Leah, for she was always Cecile to me, my dearest and closet friend, before I married and we drifted apart, Cecile and me.
I know the pain you feel, because I lost my precious husband on February 7th of this year. Then on August 4th, I lost my Mother. The pain of losing them is almost unbearable. If I didn't have a close and personal relation with God, I would not be able to get through it, especially this Christmas Season. This has been the hardest time for me yet. I pray it doesn't get any worse than this.
Then I bought your book, "Glimpse of an Angel", and my heart breaks all over again, and I mourn for Cecile now, as I go with you, through her last months of her time on earth. I haven't even gotten half way through the book, but I felt I just had to get in touch with you to let you know that there was still another, whose life was touched by hers. Through reading your book, you have brought her back to me, only to take her from me again. But I cherish the memories I have of her, and I thank you for giving me a glimpse of her later and last years.
Yes, she truly was an angel.
When I think of her, the first thing I see in my mind's eye, is that little wink and smile. How sweet it is, to know that others were captured by that wink and sweet smile. And I remember the special way she even moved. Like no one else I know. It was with a little sexy wiggle, she being the only one that was not aware of it. It was just Cecile, and I loved her. She was, as you said, sweet and innocent as a child. I even remember how she used to get in the car, sticking one knee up on the seat and then crawling in, like a child. I always laughed and kidded her about that.
We used to laugh about things that now, seem so very silly, when I think back on them, but if we were together now, we'd still laugh about those same things. We had such fun! I remember our days in the High School Marching Band. Boy, I can still see us, in our band uniforms. Her with her drum and I with my coronet. Then there was the homecoming banquet, and I thought we were supposed to wear evening gowns!!! So I showed up very inappropriately dressed and she was wearing a really nice skirt and matching jacket (so very appropriate for the occasion). I was soooo embarrassed, but bless her heart, she just acted like it was the perfect dress. And I enjoyed the party in spite of the humiliation. That, to this day, is the only bad memory from our years together, and she made it okay, too. Then there was the time some of the guys called me Olive Oyl, because I was so skinny! We laughed about that for a long time.
I do hope Mrs. Looney is doing well. Please tell her hello for me.. She was always so sweet and kind to me. And how about Tommy? I believe the last time I heard from him, he was in Clemson. I would like to hear from you and to find out where Sherry and Alan are. I know they miss their mom.
~ Gail R.
ATTENTION!
Allen is now accepting stories from anyone who has experienced cancer and its effects.
"This is my goal," writes Allen, "to find 50 stories to put into my next book about how cancer has affected peoples' lives and their faith. All proceeds, after cost of publication, will go to Hospice..
I feel like this is something GOD wants me to do."
Beloved, if you are interested in
participating, please visit Allen's
link (above) to cancer and its affects.
