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Don’t Wait

                       DON’T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW OR UNTIL I’M GONE TO SAY SWEET THINGS ABOUT ME

         I WOULD RATHER HEAR ONE KIND WORD SAID TODAY THAN HAVE A BOOK FULL READ WHEN I AM DEAD

 DON’T WAIT UNTIL I’M GONE AND GIVE ME A TRUCK LOAD OF FLOWERS OR SHOWERS OF LOVE THAT I CANNOT SEE
                                                                                OR FEEL

  I WOULD RATHER HAVEONE LITTLE ROSE NOW WHILE MY NOSE CAN SMELL IT, AND ONE KIND WORD, WHILE I CAN
                                                                                 HEAR IT

HOW MUCH SWEETER WOULD LIFE BE HOW MUCH MORE WOULD ONE GIVE OR HOW MUCH LONGER WOULD ONE LIVE
                                IF ONLY SOME KINDNESS, LOVE AND APPRECIATION WERE SHOWN TODAY

                                  DON’T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW FOR IT MAY BE TOO LATE BECAUSE…..
                                                   TOMORROW JUST ISN’T PROMISED TO ANY OF US

                                                                          Annie K. Ross-Perry
                                                                                  ©1996

    Watch Over Me                                 Somewhere Beyond the Clouds
                                                             &
            Dear God, you who are the
           author and the finisher of all          Somewhere Beyond the Sky

               things watch over me.             Somewhere beyond the clouds and somewhere be-
                                                 yond the sky there’s a bright sun glowing, it mat-
           Dear God, you who are good             ters not how dark the clouds, there’s always sun-
          and perfect in all that you do,
                                                                       shine beyond.
            slow to anger and quick to
            have mercy watch over me.            Somewhere beyond the clouds and beyond the sky
                                                 there’s rest and sweet peace forever, there’ll be no
           Dear God, I ask of you who
             are ever present, though I                       more rain and no more pain.
             cannot see you, I feel like
             you are always close by,            Somewhere beyond the clouds and beyond the sky
      and that you see and hear everything,      there’ll be no more burdens to bare, no more cry-
                                                   ing and no more dying, and there’ll be no more
                   Watch over me.
                                                        lonely days and nights, all will be joy.
    Dear God, you who sees and knows the
             deep secrets of my heart,           Somewhere beyond the clouds and somewhere be-
                                                  yond the sky there’ll be no more hills and moun-
the secrets which others cannot see; watch over  tains to climb, “Thank God there’ll be sweet peace
                          me.
                                                                     and rest forever.”
                  -Annie K. Perry-
                                                                     -Annie K. Perry-
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