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Ice CreamPosted Saturday, September 3, 2011, at 10:01 PM
Ah, the joy of being young, with heart so full of God, Eternal joy for a little boy, who does not need the Rod.
I had a bowl of ice cream, and gave it to a friend,
Even though I may not know their name until the end.
Too many folk live in this world, with a heart of stone,
Unless we share our ice cream, they might die alone.
Ice cream, good for misery, even tweaks a prayerful load;
God, I hear, is overjoyed, to be served Prayer-ala-mode.
May your heart be healed, and sweetened to Jesus, as you open your eternity to Him.
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