This is what's left of the house where Jim was born.
I recycled a board from the rubbish heap and painted
Jim a picture of the house on it. It is hanging in our den.
RUBBISH RECYCLE
Rubbish...
Is what Satan says we are.
But God whispers,
"You're My bright and shining star!"
Rubbish...
The world thinks this way,
If a pregnancy is not convenient,
A life can be eliminated every day.
Rubbish...
Is how our lives, we sometimes see.
But God whispers,
"You're very precious to Me!
Rubbish recycle...
God gathers us from the rubbish heap,
And puts us back together
And give us hope to keep!
Freda Fullerton
March 15, 2014
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