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For My Mother's 100th Birthday (Oct 1891-July 1992) Not too many will reach your age You're one hundred years old today. Not too many will turn that page And experience a century of change. From the days of your youth With the buggy and horse To exploring the moon and the stars There's a world of change in a hundred years And you have been part of it all. From the fountain pen To the computer - and more Technology has moved us along From the corner store To acres of malls You have seen all these changes move on. But one thing remains unchanged as before Is your humble acceptance of God. When we look at your life, then who can deny He has led every step you have trod. I have not a doubt; heaven waits for your soul And the saints will accept you with joy When your temple lays down for its final sleep And awakes in the arms of your Lord.
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