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BURIED HURTS Friday

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"BURIED HURTS"
 
 
One day I dug a little hole
and put my hurt inside
I thought that I could just forget
I'd put it there to hide.
 
But that little hurt began to grow
I covered it every day
I couldn't leave it and go on
It seemed the price I had to pay.
 
My joy was gone, my heart was sad
Pain was all I knew.
My wounded soul enveloped me
Loving seemed too hard to do.
 
One day, while standing by my hole
I cried to God above
And said, "If You are really there --
They say, You're a God of love!"
 
And just like that -- He was right there
And just put His arms around me
He wiped my tears, His hurting child
There was no safer place to be.
 
I told Him all about my hurt
I opened up my heart
He listened to each and every word
To every sordid part.
 
I dug down deep and got my hurt
I brushed the dirt away
And placed it in the Master's hand
And healing came that day.
 
He took the blackness of my soul
And set my spirit FREE!
Something beautiful began to grow
Where the hurt used to be.
 
And when I look at what has grown
Out of my tears and pain
I remember every day to give my hurts to Him
And never bury them again.
 
 
"I'VE GONE FISHIN SEE"
 
 
I  said  a  little  prayer 
Mama,  don't  wait  up  for  me 
And   please  you  mustn't  worry 
Becoz'  I've  gone  fishin',  see. 
 
The  day  before  he  left  us 
Daddy  told  me  what  to  do 
He  said  that  I  was  old  enough 
To  catch  a  bite  or  two. 
 
In  case  you  don't  see  'Skipper' 
Don't  you  worry, he's  with  me 
So  Mama,  I'll  get  supper 
Becoz'  I've  gone  fishin',  see. 
 
I'm  gonna  be  the  man  around 
I   know   just   what   to  do 
You  won't   be   sad   or   lonely 
Mama,   I'll   take  care  of   you. 
 
Daddy  said  he's  trusting  me 
Since  I'm  his  'little  guy' 
The  day  that  Jesus  took  him 
He  said,  'Big  boys,  they  don't  cry.' 
 
I  took  along  his   fishing  pole 
To  catch  for  you  some  fish 
And  mama  that  you  cry  no  more 
Was  Daddy's   final  wish. 
 
In  case  that  you  don't  know  it 
Daddy  taught  me  lots  of  stuff 
Like  how  to   fish  and   how   to  be 
Brave  and  strong  and  tuff. 
 
You  mustn't  ever  worry  mama, 
Please  depend  on  me 
You'll  never  get  too  hungry 
Becoz'  I've  gone  fishin',  see.
 
Have a Blessed Day
Dave and Barbara
 
 
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