* 2-24-06 *

Margie found the place where she belongs; in Nevada.
Moving this weekend, I'm glad I stopped by when I did
& was able to give her a hugging & best wishes g'bye.



Love you, Margie ~ Take care & God Bless!


"Belong" By Chris Rice from "Smell the Colour 9"

Fading memories ignored
I crawl across the forest floor.
Pool reflects an orphan child;
Dirty, lost, alone and wild.
Fatherless and nameless still
Fallen heart and broken,
will there ever be a place where I belong?

I cower ‘neath the monster trees
And try to stand on tired feet.
But gravity knocks me to the ground;
Where I give up, and tears roll down.
I claw the dust and beg the end..
Curse the day that I began to hope
there’d be a place where I belong.

I hear a sound I recognize..
You lift my chin & seek my eyes.
Song of love You sing to me,
I ache to sing it back to Thee.
"Father Love prepares a place
Brother Jesus leads the way,
Follow to the place where you belong!"

How did I miss this wondrous song?
The forest sang it all along.
"River rinses all your shame,
Father offers you His name.
Father Love prepares a home
Brother Jesus leads you on
Follow to the place where you belong!"

"Father Love prepares a place
Brother Jesus leads the way
Follow to the place where you belong
Follow to the place where you belong!"