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Always dreaming of you
was once upon a time when we were married on a sunny day in May below the willow tree, like love birds in a row with kisses to dream a baby girl for you and a boy for me twins if you please. Nine months later your eyes shut closed and cheeks so pale I lay you down to lie not knowing what to say, to God in prayer that he may listen to me in tears - “Are the twins o k and will my wife live?” Then a light from above the Angels praying - “Don’t be afraid God is with you your family will not die.” My wife and I and the children often pray about that day knowing that God was there to keep us safe as a family. Please remember that once upon a time my family almost died but I had faith to pray and if I had doubts how would that have helped. .
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