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A dear friend sent me the lyrics to this song today, and it touched me deeply.  I wanted to make sure and post it for those of you that have gone through some really difficult circumstances this year. 
Love and ((HUGS))  <>< Kelly

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Beauty Of Our Friendship

Friendship is a Priceless Gift
that cannot be bought or sold,

But its value is far greater
than a mountain made of Gold.

For gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear...

And in the time of trouble
It is powerless to cheer...

It has no ears to listen
Nor heart to understand,

It cannot bring you comfort
or reach out a helping hand.

So when you ask God for a gift
be thankful if HE sends...

Not diamonds, pearls or riches...
But The Love of Real True Friends.

[ Author Unknown] 

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The Girl Looking Out

By Kelly (KSM) copyright 2004

She looks past the mass and into the heart;

She hears the intentions and thoughts spouting out.

A gift that is hard to bear for many;

But especially for one looking out.

They can see her, but she cannot see them,

For she looks past facades in a box.

They think she is blind, but they really don’t know;

She is really a girl looking out.

Who is this girl that thinks she can see,

Past the faces complex and masked tight;

She tenderly stares at their hearts unaware,

And focus' herself on the light.

She lovingly embraces the moods and the faces,

Of the spectators who callously doubt;

That she has any clue to their thoughts hidden cruel,

Of the package she carries about.

To her she is whole, without scar and ill-intent,

Her joy is revealed in a shout;

She has learned to look in, past the condition of sin;

As a girl who is whole, looking out..

“The Girl Looking Out” Description: This is about a girl who looks past people’s outer exterior and is given discernment into the intents of their hearts.  They don’t realize who she is because they are too busy looking at the way she looks on the outside.  She is as one on the inside looking out.  She is not blinded by the prejudice of outward appearance.

1 Samuel 16:7

            But the LORD said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the LORD sees not as man sees; for man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart.

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Beautiful One
By Kelly (KSM) copyright 2004 

Beautiful One . . .
I see the light of your smile,
And how it echoes in your grandchildren's eyes. 

Beautiful One . . .
If time could just stand still,
You'd see how much you have filled,
The empty spaces in all of our lives.

No one on earth can take your place,
You're made specifically for us and you'll see,

That you're our . . .

Beautiful One . . .
Each time we kiss your face,
We see the faithfulness & depth of your love.

Beautiful One . . .
Though seasons change, we know;
That you are our special gift sent from above.






Sixty years ago you came into this world,
God had a purpose & a plan by design,

He knew you'd be a . . .

Beautiful One . . .
With a heart that's strong and pure,
He knew what you'd have to endure,
So made you beautiful,
And there's nothing more true 

Because we see God's love always echoed in YOU.

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It is Time

By Kelly (KSM) ~ copyrighted 2003-2006 

I sit by the campfire, sipping coffee and cream;

Holding the cup You gave to me.

As I sit among friends, I hear the gentle wind blowing;

It’s a cue that You’re calling to me.

So I stand, silently, reverently and I light the lamp I must take;

To face Your calling and command;

A hush falls over this place;

As I look around the campfire at the faces I know;

Each one special and precious to me;

“Can they come with me,” I ask, as a silence permeates my soul;

I know I must come to You alone.

IT IS TIME . . . , IT IS TIME . . .

To move in My direction, you have been too far too long;

It is time . . . , it is time . . .

So I pack up my things and make my way through the woods;

Gently stepping then choosing to run.

I don’t want to lose the trail that leads me to You;

It’s a meeting intended for two.

So I RUN . . . , RUN . . . , RUN . . .

A destination unknown, only found by a faith;

A faith not seen, but heard.

No one to hold onto, have to leave it all behind;

It’s an interlude with a King.

I see a clearing ahead, You tell me stop where I am;

And then quietly, peacefully, you whisper again . . .

It Is Time . . . , It Is Time . . .

You are mine . . . you are mine.

I feel a peace wash over me like none ever before;

It’s the peace You are giving to me;

You see the tears in my eyes and wipe them gently aside;

It is then I feel safe and content.

Come take My hand, and we’ll walk this road together;

And we’ll face any fears along the way;

But know that I am always with you.

A journey meant for just two.