Sunday, April 24, 2011
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To home those that have no were to go other then the slaughter house,that as far as were concerened is not a home..this is there last stop.no more confusion or pain ,just love and pasture to play in..barn always has the lite on for ya
It was easter when the day begun.the feeding went without fault.I was in the house in time to change,and make it to my church,the songs we sang filled me with joy,my voice was in good tune,then as the servise drew to a end,twas time to pack and leave,then up the hill i drove my trck,feeling so for filled,! thank the lord for all i have and and all i have yet to give..I found my horses peacefully standing near the shade,all was well the rest of the day and peace was on this hill.now its time to feed again ,and thank the lord up high,i cant imagin no other way,id want to live or die ...Amen
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