<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271316380125895308</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:38:25.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mystuffs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271316380125895308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikayniks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675884968239869854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndt4W6-dcF8/SPKT4NFMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rMo5-cHbQ8c/S220/Image1442.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271316380125895308.post-2064450160977194687</id><published>2008-10-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:01:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="top"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Father's Eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny   young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice, he eagerly gave   everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got absolutely nowhere.   At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special   relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the   stands cheering. He never missed a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his   father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play   football if he didn't want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there He was determined to try   his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior. All   through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all   four years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for   him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a   "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach   admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every   practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hustle they badly needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the   nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season   tickets for all the college games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college,   but he never got to play in a game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as   he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him   with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;telegram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent. Swallowing hard, he   mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss   practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said,   "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on   Saturday." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team   was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and   put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were   astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play.   I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear   him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young   man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All   right," he said. "You can go in." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their   eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The   opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star. His   team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this   kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you   never heard. Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the   locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all   alone The coach came to him and said,"Kid, I can't believe it. You were fantastic!   Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad   died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and   forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see   me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like the athlete's father, God is always there cheering for us. He's always reminding   us to go on. He's even offering us His hand for He knows what is best, and is willing to   give us what we need and not simply what we want. God has never missed a single game. What   a joy to know that life is meaningful if lived for the Highest. Live for HIM for He's   watching us in the game of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271316380125895308-2064450160977194687?l=nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2064450160977194687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271316380125895308&amp;postID=2064450160977194687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271316380125895308/posts/default/2064450160977194687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271316380125895308/posts/default/2064450160977194687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/2008/10/fathers-eyes-bob-richards-former-pole.html' title=''/><author><name>nikayniks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675884968239869854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndt4W6-dcF8/SPKT4NFMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rMo5-cHbQ8c/S220/Image1442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271316380125895308.post-2830348932591119681</id><published>2008-09-30T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:00:31.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-family: courier new; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a Time of Struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: courier new;"&gt; by Laura Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I am so confused I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;From what I've learned I'm supposed to turn to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Lord please help me just lead me in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;This is what I am asking to you from me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;You know my situation I know that you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Right now it seems my burden is too hard for me to bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;But you will help me through it i know that this is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Please help my eyes focus soley on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I need to figure this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Dear God help me not to doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I need you here beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Without you life can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I have a lot to think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;There's a lot on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Where is the answer that I am trying to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I'm searching my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I'm searching my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;All I know is that this is tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Apart from friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Apart from life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Help me remove this pain that stings like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Lord I give it to you, my life in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I know I can trust everything in your plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;" class="poem"&gt;I'll always believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271316380125895308-2830348932591119681?l=nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/2830348932591119681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3271316380125895308&amp;postID=2830348932591119681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271316380125895308/posts/default/2830348932591119681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3271316380125895308/posts/default/2830348932591119681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-time-of-struggle-by-laura-campbell-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nikayniks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675884968239869854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ndt4W6-dcF8/SPKT4NFMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rMo5-cHbQ8c/S220/Image1442.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3271316380125895308.post-8250289276008369949</id><published>2008-09-30T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:46:17.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt; by Emilie Lenhart Robertson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've been sitting here thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Of my life up to now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The many roads I've traveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As I was searching how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I could make it into heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And really what it took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And it came to me quite suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The way is in THE BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes, I've stumbled quite a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;As I've wandered through this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There were times I didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If what I did was wrong' or right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Somehow God was patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Each time His plan I forsook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;And I didn't pay attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To what was written in THE BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Now I thank God for His mercy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For watching over me each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For sending His son, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To show us all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I thank Him most of all, though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For causing me to look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;For I always knew the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Would be written in THE BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="poem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3271316380125895308-8250289276008369949?l=nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikay-mystuffs.blogspot.com/feeds/8250289276008369949/comments/default' 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