
Original art by Paul T. Boecher©
I had no gift to offer on the morning of His birth. My voice had no great songs to sing.
The gifts I could give had no possible worth? My words were not worthy to bring?
He gave up His life, He suffered and died; His hands and feet nailed to a tree.
When the sword pierced a gash in His most precious side, I know that He bled just for me.
He died – my Redeemer, but did willingly so. The grave could not hold to this man.
He overcame death, forgave all my sins. It was part of His wonderful plan.
Kathy Boecher ©
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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ.
My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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I appreciate your encouragement, Vincent.
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Likewise my friend!
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Beautiful words!
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Thank you, Rebecca. I appreciate your showing this to your husband.
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I really enjoy your blog and wanted to share it. 🙂
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Thank you again. I’m really flattered. I love your blog too.
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