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February 25, 2014 at 3:50 pm ( poetry. I want to give. My mornings and nights. And my afternoons too. I want to give. My smiles and hugs. With some sweet kisses too. I want to give. My patience and grace,. Total honesty too…. I want to give. Because there has been. None as loving as you. I want to give,. Because you love me,. Every morning’s new start. I want to give,. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Becker's Blog: May 2010
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010. Toastmasters Speech #9 "Persuade with Power". Everyone agrees that there are needy people that cannot sustain themselves with the burden of children, disabilities, and unfortunate circumstances but are government entitlement programs the answer? Today, I would like to discuss this debate and attempt to convince you about why entitlements in the U.S. are problematic. This dependency on welfare fails to teach able bodied cititizens how to improve their own condition. 8226; prescripti...
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January 18, 2013 at 8:22 am ( poetry. Like glue, I’ll stick to you. Thats how Jesus sticks to me. Like glue I’ll stick to you. Thats how Jesus sets me free. Day to Day I barely function. No strength or hope do I wear. To depression; self destruction. But when Desperate, He (Jesus) is there. Like glue, I’ll stick to you. Thats how Jesus sticks to me. Like glue I’ll stick to you. Thats how Jesus sets me free. Everyday I muster gumption. Asking help with earnest prayers. From my powerless self-infliction.
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October 7, 2011 at 8:43 pm ( Uncategorized. I am a Thief. Stealing what is given to me. My heart is not black. I bleed a pale blue. Instead of ripened red. I have no air to. For I am already dead. Just as the day before. With each new day. The morning star rises. And I steal the light. From the majestic knight;. Though it freely rises. To make things bright white. I am a thief of innocence. Stealing whats been given. To cleanse my heart until. It is no longer shaded gray. October 8, 2011 at 8:07 am.
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A Tale of Two Coppingers: December 2008
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A Tale of Two Coppingers. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:17-18. Friday, December 5, 2008. And Cynthia called me on it. I figured out a speech format that would work, I rewrote the speech and I gave it. Got a good grade and everything. I woul...
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A Tale of Two Coppingers: January 2008
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A Tale of Two Coppingers. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal." 2 Corinthians 4:17-18. Wednesday, January 23, 2008. Students Teaching - surely not? And I didn't even get close to his new motorcycle. You may find that last statement strange, but it turns out th...
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CHANGE | POETRY & SUCH
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January 19, 2013 at 4:38 pm ( poetry. I don’t know which is true. Except that I can’t be with you. You pull me close, just to. Set me free and give. Me a different start. I love you so, But now i say no. To this messy game. And my addictive shame. I love you so, And now understand. Love can’t always have. I’ll never know,. How your story unfolds,. And it kills me so. So i’ll pretend. With a beautiful gal,. Your closest friend,. And layed the bottle down. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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January | 2013 | All the days were written before one of them came to be...
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All the days were written before one of them came to be…. Monthly Archives: January 2013. January 1, 2013. A New year and a Fresh start. For the righteous falls seven times and rises again,. But the wicked stumble in times of calamity. I am almost convinced that being a “good” person you don’t see the need for something more. becuase, I thought I was a “good” person why wouldn’t God love me or save me? I am a nice, kind, generous, considerate person? God wants the Best for us, even if we don’t. The lesso...
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always better when we're together: August 2010
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Always better when we're together. Friday, August 20, 2010. Recently Brayden has been calling me and Ben just to talk and usually to ask when the next time we can play is. Sometimes when I'm at work or something, he doesn't get a hold of us so we get the most precious little messages on our voicemails. Here are a few:. Brayden - "Message" then hear him giggling. Angie in the background - "Brayden, if she's not there, leave a message.". Angie again in the background - "ask her to call you back". Bye, love...
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