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Beautiful thoughts and very profound. You have a sweet soul.
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Hey Eric ... I'm glad you still do this. I miss being here
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Dee:
Your poetry & thoughts are inspiring. Great blog.Wishing you a Safe & Happy Easter!
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Hi Eric, I'm blog hopping to introduce my new blog Christian Fun in California. If you have time, stop by and visit.
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The Lord is good all the time even this time when i have visited Eric spiritual blog I pray that we may contacting one another.
Sharon:
We have peace with God by the righteousness of Christ, and peaceof conscience by the fruits of righteousness in ourselves. -- Thomas Manton
Elizabeth:
I too believe we are sons and daughters of God. When we look at a baby or small child we don't say they are imperfect because they aren't grown up yet, they are perfect in the place of their growing, and it is the same with us. We don't scorn an acorn because it hasn't grown into a tree yet. It is the potential that resides within that we often over look.
Elizabeth A:
Hi Eric, I like what you have to say, the truth of it. I really like your poetry. Thanks for sharing yourself in this way.
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hi , nice blog, care to xchange links???
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Heya! Sorry for the cheeky tag, but I am trying to get as many visitors to my cancer charity blog as i can - loads of signed items for auction in aid of a great cause, why not pop on by and have a look - dont forget to sign the guestmap. rx
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