Monday, April 28, 2014
Poetic Verses: A DEDICATION TO MOTHERS-From my second book of poe...
Poetic Verses: A DEDICATION TO MOTHERS-From my second book of poe...: It was not so long ago, that you nurtured me, walked with me and held my hand. I was little then You walked and talked with me, and t...
A DEDICATION TO MOTHERS-From my second book of poetry(POETIC VERSES)
It was not so long ago,
that you nurtured me, walked
with me and held my hand.
I was little then
You walked and talked with me,
and told me biblical stories of
creation and how it all begin.
As I grew older you would
still walk and talk with me, but
about dreams of a larger plan.
I was getting older then
And then! Your teaching increased, you
became more aggressive, you were molding me
into what you thought I should be as a man.
I am grateful for having an Angelic MOTHER
who was patient with me, and
kept me safe.
I am older now
I now understand why you walked
with me and had those talks under
that Oak tree.
Now that God in his infinite wisdom
has called you home, I know your
earthly work is done.
I cherish the precious time that
he allowed you to spend with
your son.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
that you nurtured me, walked
with me and held my hand.
I was little then
You walked and talked with me,
and told me biblical stories of
creation and how it all begin.
As I grew older you would
still walk and talk with me, but
about dreams of a larger plan.
I was getting older then
And then! Your teaching increased, you
became more aggressive, you were molding me
into what you thought I should be as a man.
I am grateful for having an Angelic MOTHER
who was patient with me, and
kept me safe.
I am older now
I now understand why you walked
with me and had those talks under
that Oak tree.
Now that God in his infinite wisdom
has called you home, I know your
earthly work is done.
I cherish the precious time that
he allowed you to spend with
your son.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
Monday, March 24, 2014
Poetic Verses: Life's Most Unusual Wonders
Poetic Verses: Life's Most Unusual Wonders: Walking in the shadows of some one else dreams, will eventually leave scars that one dare not remember. It compels one to create a false...
Life's Most Unusual Wonders
Walking in the shadows of some one
else dreams, will eventually leave
scars that one dare not remember.
It compels one to create a false
reflection of oneself, based on
another person criteria for life.
What develops is a group of life's
wonders that allows you to believe that you
have made inroads in avoiding life's cross roads.
They become more unusual as life
goes on, they become unrecognizable,
thereby becoming more acceptable behavior.
The shadows of that person's dreams
becomes the norm, destroying any possibility
of you reaching your true potential.
So let us not get caught up in the reflections
of another. Admiration and appreciation
is certainly worthy of one's achievements.
But spend your energy in discovering
the wonders within you. Only then will
you be able to influence your future.
The other road is just a duplication, giving
the other person a free ride.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2014
else dreams, will eventually leave
scars that one dare not remember.
It compels one to create a false
reflection of oneself, based on
another person criteria for life.
What develops is a group of life's
wonders that allows you to believe that you
have made inroads in avoiding life's cross roads.
They become more unusual as life
goes on, they become unrecognizable,
thereby becoming more acceptable behavior.
The shadows of that person's dreams
becomes the norm, destroying any possibility
of you reaching your true potential.
So let us not get caught up in the reflections
of another. Admiration and appreciation
is certainly worthy of one's achievements.
But spend your energy in discovering
the wonders within you. Only then will
you be able to influence your future.
The other road is just a duplication, giving
the other person a free ride.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
WHILE WALKING
The disparity among the city
dwellers were obvious as I walked
along the corridors of bright and
dimmed lights.
The different levels and styles of
music were distinct. Conversations
ran its course from university masters
to street doctorates.
The level of dress were a mixture
of high class hookers, college kids,
the hip and the heavy, those in the know.
eagle to show brand names, self styles
and body culture.
There rides were message senders,
sleek and daring. They were expensive
and style setting. Daring colors, trend
setting, meant to catch the eye.
There were no signs of racial division
along these corridors. All different ethnic
groups were holding hands, talking, laughing
and dancing to the beat of soul music.
Drinking the sames drinks, sometimes
drinking out of the same glass. eating the
same foods, doing the same drugs. All
wanting to belong to this community of souls.
This is a different generation, trying to forget
the history that haunts them. They are willing to
sacrifice their future for one moment in time.
In a different part of the city, the lights were few,
sad music played, mostly blues. Very few cars
were on the streets, people competing against
the rodents for food.
Dwellings that were once filled with laughter,
are now filled with children and unwed
mothers, apartments are scarcely furnished,
very little food or clothing.
The pimps, drug pushers on every corner,
draining from the community the life that is
left. Taking the innocence from the mother's
daughters, age don't seem to matter, replacing
hope with dope.
In a different part of the city the lights were
bright on every corner, at the end of every
driveway and doorway of it's camouflage
private clubs and majestic homes.
They were seeking to separate themselves
from the corridors of the youth, the so called
trends setters, the poor and underpriviledge.
They played their music from sound proof
rooms, smoked their long pipes from ventilated
closets, tasted their pure cocaine, dranked
their imported beverages.
They exchanged sexual favors for political
positions in church and state..they makes
decisions that are destructive to the structure
of the community and its people.
This corridor of bright lights, perfectly paved
streets were totally silent from the streets. You
could hear no children crying, no pimps or
drugs were present.
No music was audible, but you could still
sense the pain.
Poetic Reflections By Gamaliel H. Gooding
dwellers were obvious as I walked
along the corridors of bright and
dimmed lights.
The different levels and styles of
music were distinct. Conversations
ran its course from university masters
to street doctorates.
The level of dress were a mixture
of high class hookers, college kids,
the hip and the heavy, those in the know.
eagle to show brand names, self styles
and body culture.
There rides were message senders,
sleek and daring. They were expensive
and style setting. Daring colors, trend
setting, meant to catch the eye.
There were no signs of racial division
along these corridors. All different ethnic
groups were holding hands, talking, laughing
and dancing to the beat of soul music.
Drinking the sames drinks, sometimes
drinking out of the same glass. eating the
same foods, doing the same drugs. All
wanting to belong to this community of souls.
This is a different generation, trying to forget
the history that haunts them. They are willing to
sacrifice their future for one moment in time.
In a different part of the city, the lights were few,
sad music played, mostly blues. Very few cars
were on the streets, people competing against
the rodents for food.
Dwellings that were once filled with laughter,
are now filled with children and unwed
mothers, apartments are scarcely furnished,
very little food or clothing.
The pimps, drug pushers on every corner,
draining from the community the life that is
left. Taking the innocence from the mother's
daughters, age don't seem to matter, replacing
hope with dope.
In a different part of the city the lights were
bright on every corner, at the end of every
driveway and doorway of it's camouflage
private clubs and majestic homes.
They were seeking to separate themselves
from the corridors of the youth, the so called
trends setters, the poor and underpriviledge.
They played their music from sound proof
rooms, smoked their long pipes from ventilated
closets, tasted their pure cocaine, dranked
their imported beverages.
They exchanged sexual favors for political
positions in church and state..they makes
decisions that are destructive to the structure
of the community and its people.
This corridor of bright lights, perfectly paved
streets were totally silent from the streets. You
could hear no children crying, no pimps or
drugs were present.
No music was audible, but you could still
sense the pain.
Poetic Reflections By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Friday, January 17, 2014
THE MAIN INGREDIENTS
The application of salt and pepper
and other delectable spices added
to the food of your choice, would
satisfy your taste buds. To consider
the application of spiritual enlightenment
for your soul are thoughts you refuse
to entertain.
And yet you call yourselves Christians.
By who's authority do we claim these
earthly cravings. Who is the grower
of these earthly seeds that spread
through out our being, that entices
our carnal sides? Why are the
ingredients of darkness so deeply
imbedded in our being, when we
were created from the light.
And yet we call ourselves Christians.
Why are we so comfortable at the table
of indecisiveness? Why are we so enthralled
with the devil's servers at the devil's banquet?
Blinded by the devil's enticing glitter rapped
in high heel shoes, short skirts and bling.
Or could it be the pointed toe shoes, three
piece suits and the sharp tongues that appears
to be trained in the Biblical truths. Why not
try coming to a banquet of Praise and Worship
where Jesus is Lord.
But to do that you would have to read
the Biblical menu to acquire the cooking
skills in order to prepare yourself for
God's banquet, if your intentions are focus
on being a participant instead of a spectator.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
and other delectable spices added
to the food of your choice, would
satisfy your taste buds. To consider
the application of spiritual enlightenment
for your soul are thoughts you refuse
to entertain.
And yet you call yourselves Christians.
By who's authority do we claim these
earthly cravings. Who is the grower
of these earthly seeds that spread
through out our being, that entices
our carnal sides? Why are the
ingredients of darkness so deeply
imbedded in our being, when we
were created from the light.
And yet we call ourselves Christians.
Why are we so comfortable at the table
of indecisiveness? Why are we so enthralled
with the devil's servers at the devil's banquet?
Blinded by the devil's enticing glitter rapped
in high heel shoes, short skirts and bling.
Or could it be the pointed toe shoes, three
piece suits and the sharp tongues that appears
to be trained in the Biblical truths. Why not
try coming to a banquet of Praise and Worship
where Jesus is Lord.
But to do that you would have to read
the Biblical menu to acquire the cooking
skills in order to prepare yourself for
God's banquet, if your intentions are focus
on being a participant instead of a spectator.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Poetic Verses: I AM
Poetic Verses: I AM: I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I exist. I exist, therefore I have purpose. I have purpose, therefore I must function. I must ...
To My Wife On Christmas Day
How often I wondered what it would have been
like sitting in front of the fire place,
sipping champagne
and eating caviar.
Holding hands, looking into each others eyes,
admiring the beautifully decorated tree.
Listening to Christmas carols
by our favorite star.
The sharing of pass and present experiences
that completely engulfed our minds and spirit.
Sharing the good, bad and sad times,
the thought of gracefully growing old.
The passion that we fought so hard to hide,
camouflaged by a true friendship
that grew deeper over the years,
with and obvious need to bare our souls.
I am truly thankful for you, and
for God's Mercy and his Grace that
he has given us all through the years.
Forty eight years to be exact.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
like sitting in front of the fire place,
sipping champagne
and eating caviar.
Holding hands, looking into each others eyes,
admiring the beautifully decorated tree.
Listening to Christmas carols
by our favorite star.
The sharing of pass and present experiences
that completely engulfed our minds and spirit.
Sharing the good, bad and sad times,
the thought of gracefully growing old.
The passion that we fought so hard to hide,
camouflaged by a true friendship
that grew deeper over the years,
with and obvious need to bare our souls.
I am truly thankful for you, and
for God's Mercy and his Grace that
he has given us all through the years.
Forty eight years to be exact.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Poetic Verses: I AM
Poetic Verses: I AM: I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I exist. I exist, therefore I have purpose. I have purpose, therefore I must function. I must ...
I AM
I think, therefore I am.
I am, therefore I exist.
I exist, therefore I have purpose.
I have purpose, therefore I must function.
I must function, therefore I must
seek clarity of my purpose for existing.
I grow in increments, therefore I must retain.
That which I retain, I must endeavor to understand.
With wisdom and clarity of purpose,
I will begin my journey.
I pray that at the end of my journey,
my destiny will have manifested itself.
Only then can I say with some degree of
absolution, my existence has not been in vain.
In my world of mediocrity I will have created
some small space of harmony from discord.
From diversity, an array of mixed blessings
will have been planted for a future generation.
Because I Am
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
I am, therefore I exist.
I exist, therefore I have purpose.
I have purpose, therefore I must function.
I must function, therefore I must
seek clarity of my purpose for existing.
I grow in increments, therefore I must retain.
That which I retain, I must endeavor to understand.
With wisdom and clarity of purpose,
I will begin my journey.
I pray that at the end of my journey,
my destiny will have manifested itself.
Only then can I say with some degree of
absolution, my existence has not been in vain.
In my world of mediocrity I will have created
some small space of harmony from discord.
From diversity, an array of mixed blessings
will have been planted for a future generation.
Because I Am
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Poetic Verses: TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS
Poetic Verses: TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS: How often we forget from whence we came, with all our earthly trappings. When our house was filled with worldly goods and bundles of ...
TRUE FRIENDS AT CHRISTMAS
How often we forget
from whence we came,
with all our earthly trappings.
When our house was filled
with worldly goods and
bundles of Christmas wrappings.
The dark days came and
the thunder roared, and
the goods we had no more.
Of those who came and
shared our home, no longer
knocks at our door.
When all was well and
the future bright and of
plenty there was no end.
The one I seldom saw at my table,
or making constant demands,
I discovered were my friends.
I am bless to have true friends
on Christmas.
And God is my best friend.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
from whence we came,
with all our earthly trappings.
When our house was filled
with worldly goods and
bundles of Christmas wrappings.
The dark days came and
the thunder roared, and
the goods we had no more.
Of those who came and
shared our home, no longer
knocks at our door.
When all was well and
the future bright and of
plenty there was no end.
The one I seldom saw at my table,
or making constant demands,
I discovered were my friends.
I am bless to have true friends
on Christmas.
And God is my best friend.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Poetic Verses: TRIBUTE TO PRESIDENT NELSON MANDELA
Poetic Verses: TRIBUTE TO PRESIDENT NELSON MANDELA: A voice in the wilderness has been silence by (GOD), his creator, his earthly work is done. This great man was destined from childhood t...
TRIBUTE TO PRESIDENT NELSON MANDELA
A voice in the wilderness has been silence by (GOD), his creator,
his earthly work is done. This great man was destined from
childhood to impact the world. In his darkest hours, he held on
to his belief in God, belief in himself, his people and his country.
His suffering in the early years of his life and ultimately his
triumphant re-entry into society, is an unmistakable example
of how this man's determination, fortitude, his energy and his
dream of a unified Africa directed his path.
The greatness of his interlect and the strength of his conviction,
was found in his humbleness and his willingness to forgive
his oppressors. This would set the stage and provide the
launching pad for a United Africa, and the destruction of
Apartheid.
This world we live in, became a better place with him in it.
His legacy that he leaves behind, will serve as a road map
for those that will continue the fight for Human Rights for
every human being.
There is still much work to do, but because of this man,
we know that it is possible.
May you rest in peace my brother.
Our prayers are with his family and the nation.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
his earthly work is done. This great man was destined from
childhood to impact the world. In his darkest hours, he held on
to his belief in God, belief in himself, his people and his country.
His suffering in the early years of his life and ultimately his
triumphant re-entry into society, is an unmistakable example
of how this man's determination, fortitude, his energy and his
dream of a unified Africa directed his path.
The greatness of his interlect and the strength of his conviction,
was found in his humbleness and his willingness to forgive
his oppressors. This would set the stage and provide the
launching pad for a United Africa, and the destruction of
Apartheid.
This world we live in, became a better place with him in it.
His legacy that he leaves behind, will serve as a road map
for those that will continue the fight for Human Rights for
every human being.
There is still much work to do, but because of this man,
we know that it is possible.
May you rest in peace my brother.
Our prayers are with his family and the nation.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
A ROSE IN ALL OF IT'S GLORY
Invision a Rose in all of it's glory.
No matter how many times it is duplicated,
it is still the original thought of God.
The original creator of this Rose spoke
it into existence.
All other Roses followed after it's kind
in it many colors and perfect symmetry.
All things in Heaven, in Earth and beneath
were spoken into existence by this power.
Humanity is the most precious creation of
this power. We too are like the Rose, we
dare to be different in our spirituality and
humanity because of the gift of free will.
We should never forget that we too will
always remain the original thought of God.
That is why he redeemed us by the death
and resurrection of his son Jesus Christ.
In doing so, he redeemed us from sin, and
gave humanity an opportunity to rejoin the family
of God, the creator of all things.
We should forever glorify his name...GOD
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2012
No matter how many times it is duplicated,
it is still the original thought of God.
The original creator of this Rose spoke
it into existence.
All other Roses followed after it's kind
in it many colors and perfect symmetry.
All things in Heaven, in Earth and beneath
were spoken into existence by this power.
Humanity is the most precious creation of
this power. We too are like the Rose, we
dare to be different in our spirituality and
humanity because of the gift of free will.
We should never forget that we too will
always remain the original thought of God.
That is why he redeemed us by the death
and resurrection of his son Jesus Christ.
In doing so, he redeemed us from sin, and
gave humanity an opportunity to rejoin the family
of God, the creator of all things.
We should forever glorify his name...GOD
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2012
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
MY BROTHERS (Always remember, there is nothing like family)
Unchained ankles,
unchallenged minds,
opportunity beckons.
The fields of degradation, was
replaced by future anticipation.
For the void is no longer
shapeless or deep,
that which once restricted,
no longer binds.
For the shape of our future
is woven by the golden threads of
wisdom that have always been
a part of our being.
Created by that which created all
things. Atom for atom, for we
are truly a part of the universe.
All that supports us and sustains
us, has been provided by HE (GOD) who is
omnipotent and omnipresent.
Hold our heads high, for we are
from a great source, a great people,
a great past and we have an
even greater future.
And always remember, we are BROTHERS.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
unchallenged minds,
opportunity beckons.
The fields of degradation, was
replaced by future anticipation.
For the void is no longer
shapeless or deep,
that which once restricted,
no longer binds.
For the shape of our future
is woven by the golden threads of
wisdom that have always been
a part of our being.
Created by that which created all
things. Atom for atom, for we
are truly a part of the universe.
All that supports us and sustains
us, has been provided by HE (GOD) who is
omnipotent and omnipresent.
Hold our heads high, for we are
from a great source, a great people,
a great past and we have an
even greater future.
And always remember, we are BROTHERS.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
MOTHER
It was not so long ago,
that you nurtured me, walked
with me and held my hand.
I was little then
You walked and talked with me,
and told me biblical stories of
creation and how it all begin.
As I grew older you would
still walk and talk with me, but
about dreams of a larger plan.
I was getting older then
And then! your teaching increased, you
became more aggressive, you were molding me
into what you thought I should be as a man.
I am grateful for having an Angelic Mother
who was patient with me, and kept me safe.
I am older now
I now understand why you walked
with me and had those talks under
that old Oak tree.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
that you nurtured me, walked
with me and held my hand.
I was little then
You walked and talked with me,
and told me biblical stories of
creation and how it all begin.
As I grew older you would
still walk and talk with me, but
about dreams of a larger plan.
I was getting older then
And then! your teaching increased, you
became more aggressive, you were molding me
into what you thought I should be as a man.
I am grateful for having an Angelic Mother
who was patient with me, and kept me safe.
I am older now
I now understand why you walked
with me and had those talks under
that old Oak tree.
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2003
Friday, May 24, 2013
REMEMBERING THE FOOTSTEPS OF MY MOTHER
I have often thought of the path
my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even
as a child, of the strain and sacrifice.
I watched how humble she was, even
though she was aware of her power.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.
It was amazing how little she asked for.
It was always for family and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for battling the devil and sin.
I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamond rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies as well as her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.
I am truly bless to have had a mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember her
footsteps.
Now all I have to do is walk in them...
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
my mother took in her life.
I watch with great intensity even
as a child, of the strain and sacrifice.
I watched how humble she was, even
though she was aware of her power.
She could request anything from God,
and God would respond within the hour.
It was amazing how little she asked for.
It was always for family and friends.
She was content with the spirit of God,
she lived for battling the devil and sin.
I often wondered why she never asked for
worldly things, big houses and diamond rings.
Why she prayed for her enemies as well as her friends.
She was preparing her soul to meet the King.
I am truly bless to have had a mother with
so many gifts, and to be able to remember her
footsteps.
Now all I have to do is walk in them...
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
A TRIBUTE TO MY WIFE (ELVIRA) ON MOTHERS DAY
Loving you these thirty-seven years
has instilled in me a great sense of
pride and urgency.
Being retired has it's place, but I miss rushing
home from work to tell you about my day. You
would listen with such intensity.
I felt as though nothing else matters
in my life at that moment as I
bared my soul to you.
I watch with intensity as your eyes lit
up with joy and unbridled happiness
when you would hear good news.
When my spirit was low, you immediately
sense the need to console me and take
me to a quiet place.
I admire your sense of dedication to family,
it is manifested in everything that you do.
I truly adore you.
Your love is manifested in the love you
show when you are preparing food,
or chastising our son.
It is manifested in the love you have
for all of your family, friends and those
who are less fortunate.
Above all, it is manifested in your
Christian faith that provides the strength
that guides, sustains and protects us.
has instilled in me a great sense of
pride and urgency.
Being retired has it's place, but I miss rushing
home from work to tell you about my day. You
would listen with such intensity.
I felt as though nothing else matters
in my life at that moment as I
bared my soul to you.
I watch with intensity as your eyes lit
up with joy and unbridled happiness
when you would hear good news.
When my spirit was low, you immediately
sense the need to console me and take
me to a quiet place.
I admire your sense of dedication to family,
it is manifested in everything that you do.
I truly adore you.
Your love is manifested in the love you
show when you are preparing food,
or chastising our son.
It is manifested in the love you have
for all of your family, friends and those
who are less fortunate.
Above all, it is manifested in your
Christian faith that provides the strength
that guides, sustains and protects us.
ABOUT HER FATHER'S BUSINESS (A MOTHERS DAY TRIBUTE)
Laboring day in and day out,
just enough time for praying.
Trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Not a mumbling word is she saying,
taking everything to God and Prayer.
The heavey load not seeming to matter.
Just trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Off she goes, rainy days, stormy weather,
aching bones with the bible in her strong hands.
Praying for her friends as well foe.
She is about her father's business, the
last thing on her mind was hunger for self.
She trusted that her babies would be fed,
so she kept on praying knowing that her
Heavenly Father would put food in her babies mouth.
and the winged creature of the air,
How much more will I provide for thee, whom I
have trusted with that which I have created. Did
I not adorn the Lillies of the field in all their glory.
My mother continued about her Heavenly Father's business.
The Late Rev. Carrie A. Gooding
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
For she remembered what he said, ifI provide
for the beast of the field, creature of the sea
just enough time for praying.
Trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Not a mumbling word is she saying,
taking everything to God and Prayer.
The heavey load not seeming to matter.
Just trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Off she goes, rainy days, stormy weather,
aching bones with the bible in her strong hands.
Praying for her friends as well foe.
She is about her father's business, the
last thing on her mind was hunger for self.
She trusted that her babies would be fed,
so she kept on praying knowing that her
Heavenly Father would put food in her babies mouth.
and the winged creature of the air,
How much more will I provide for thee, whom I
have trusted with that which I have created. Did
I not adorn the Lillies of the field in all their glory.
My mother continued about her Heavenly Father's business.
The Late Rev. Carrie A. Gooding
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
For she remembered what he said, ifI provide
for the beast of the field, creature of the sea
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