No Time For Tears

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    No Time For Tears

    No Time For Tears



    By: Pamela J. McConnell

    As we go through life we grow so confident and bold. Never believing we will ever grow old.

    We dance and we sing, as we drink life’s sweet wine, seldom thinking of the passing of time.

    When life’s glass is empty, and all the pipers go home, we begin our journey to a far away home.

    The journey beyond life must be taken alone. It’s a fathfilled journey that can only lead to the Father’s throne.

    Those loved ones who have gone before will be there too. Joining with the Father in celebration of you.

    If tears should be shed at this fateful time. Let them be shed for those you left behind.



    Be Joyful In The
    Lord Brothers and Sisters
    Father God Has A Plan
    Even If We Can’t
    Always Understand










    No Time For Tears

    By: Pamela J. McConnell

    As we go through life we grow so confident and bold. Never believing we will ever grow old.

    We dance and we sing, as we drink life’s sweet wine, seldom thinking of the passing of time.

    When life’s glass is empty, and all the pipers go home, we begin our journey to a far away home.

    The journey beyond life must be taken alone. It’s a fathfilled journey that can only lead to the Father’s throne.

    Those loved ones who have gone before will be there too. Joining with the Father in celebration of you.

    If tears should be shed at this fateful time. Let them be shed for those you left behind.



    Be Joyful In The
    Lord Brothers and Sisters
    Father God Has A Plan
    Even If We Can’t
    Always Understand






























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    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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