function thread(threadid, title, poster, threaddate, threadtime, message, postid) { this.threadid = threadid; this.title = title; this.poster = poster; this.threaddate = threaddate; this.threadtime = threadtime; // Post object, contains the post data this.post = new post(message, postid); } // This function is used to show the posts of the thread. function post(message, postid) { this.postid = postid; this.message = message; } var threads = new Array(15); threads[0] = new thread(3524113, 'Fifty Years or More', 'Pami', '06/12/09', '07:50 PM','Oh, say that you\'ll stay fifty years or more.
Oh, say that you\'ll stay fifty years or more.
Oh, say that you\'ll stay fifty years or more.
Fifty years or more,.. ALL for ME!

I pray that we have fifty years or more.
I pray that we have fifty years or more.
Will you stay, yes I pray, fifty years or more
Fifty years or more,... ALL for ME!

(With our granddaughter, Katie and Ronnie getting married on June 23rd before her Ronnie goes to the Army, I was thinking of this song based on my and Eddie\'s marriage of 46 years already and what a wonderful life is in store for Katie and Ronnie! I would like to be here to see their 50 years!)

','34056851'); threads[1] = new thread(3431895, 'Jezzie Bella!', 'Pami', '04/19/09', '11:31 AM','I sing this song to Jezebel. She loves for me to sing to her!

Jezzie, Jezzie, Bella
No, she\'s not a fella!
Jezzie, Jezzie, Bella
Woo, Woo, Woo!

Jezzie, Jezzie Bella,
No, she\'s not a fella,
She\'s my little Boo Boo,
Woo, Woo, Woo!

(Think she understands me? She runs through the house and grabs a toy and shakes and shakes it with her head going back and forth! She will take off up the steps and around the rooms in total abandon. We love her so!)

','33168992'); threads[2] = new thread(3348523, 'Mysteries of Life', 'Pami', '03/06/09', '09:52 AM','"What are the mysteries of life?," you say.
"What are the mysteries of life?," you pray.
No one can know and no one can say,
For me, I believe we find them when praying.

Some mysteries are in learning,
Some are in knowing,
Some are in the unknown,
Some happen when we are grown.

What is important is that we are seeing,
Our hearts are open to the believing,
Our minds are open to the healing,
When we can finally know our
own Mysteries of life!
','32389897'); threads[3] = new thread(3070774, 'The Coal Miner\'s Badge', 'Pami', '10/29/08', '12:34 PM','The coal miner\'s badge of long ago
was underneath the soil.

When I was digging the soft earth,
now I\'m reminded of his toil.

Who did this badge belong to,
badge number 304?

Engraved into the metal
the number four is worn.

How many years has it layed there
until I dug it up?

My heart is softly speaking
about this person of long ago.

So much history in a back yard,
Under where the flowers grow.

What was his name?
Where did he stay?

Who was his family?
Did he take time to pray?

Was he good looking?
What were his thoughts?

That day he lost his miners badge.
To this day when I dug it up?

','29612803'); threads[4] = new thread(3048060, 'If Jesus Came Here With Us Today', 'Pami', '10/19/08', '08:32 AM','What would we do if Jesus came here with us today?
Would we implore HIM, would we bow down before HIM
or would we ignore HIM if HE was in disarray?

If HE drove a motorcycle or HE wore a bandanna,
or if HE was smelly and HE had a big belly,
if HE was missing some teeth,

would we give HIM one far away seat
in the back of the church or off to the side,
if we saw HIM on the street would we then run and hide?

We must examine our thoughts of what we would do,
would we even recognize this person so true?
"We can\'t ask him in, I see him on down the street

chopping up wood for those sorrowful souls,
they don\'t have a thing, yet that\'s where he goes."
"And one day I saw him walk into that bar,
he got out of that ugly old black and white car."

"We can\'t ask someone like that into our church.
He would cause trouble and be someone strange
Not like us, you know...not in our range!"

Are we so disillusioned to mind the intrusion
to see behind the person into a true vision,
of who is inside, which we really must do,

we must open our minds and see into the future
He may be here walking with us today.
Crying real tears of how HE\'s been treated,

same as before HE is thinking I\'m sure.
Would we bow down before HIM,
Would we choose to ignore HIM

If Jesus came here with us today?

','29391486'); threads[5] = new thread(2980845, 'Three White Crosses', 'Pami', '09/18/08', '06:58 PM','Three White crosses in the field
of the farmland that we passed.
Driving by in the car,
we had to look real fast.

We thought about who died,
perhaps an animal beloved
buried near the outside barn,
in the green fields above it.

White crosses look so lonely,
but for those who are left behind,
the crosses represent the one they loved,
and brings such peace of mind.

So when you drive the highways
and see a white cross along the side,
decorated with flowers,
representing those short hours,

Say a lingering prayer
for the loved ones left behind.

','28735323'); threads[6] = new thread(2963436, 'What It\'s All Worth!', 'Pami', '09/10/08', '07:21 PM','What is the reason for living, we ask?
We search and we search
but we can\'t find the task,
we are expected to finish,
before we leave this Earth,
Maybe just in the living
is what it\'s all worth!
No treasure to leave,
no treasure to take,
it is what we have done,
what did we create?,
while here on our Earth,
did we take the time,
to spend with loved ones,
did we place a dime,
in the kettle of the collector,
did we say a kind word,
did we leave an impression,
while here for this session,
on our God\'s green Earth,
is finally what it\'s all worth!
And when it\'s all over,
and our time has come,
to say good bye to loved ones,
to kiss a final farewell.
Remember..Life is for the living,
Be true to your word,
bring a flower at times,
and then go on your way,
for I was like you,
searching and searching,
to find my task,
to complete on this Earth,
when I realized that just
in the living, is what
it\'s all worth!!

(This is also on my pages in the forum. When I wrote this, it all came to me in one breath...that is why there are no spaces making paragraphs.)

','28561435'); threads[7] = new thread(2956705, '"Poem For Newborn Baby"', 'Pami', '09/08/08', '07:19 AM','

What can I say to my baby?
What can I teach you today?
I think that I shall just hold you,
For...tomorrow is another day!

This time to hold you is special,
In a blink you\'ll be all grown up,
I\'ll just sit and rock you and love you,
And hold you close to my breast,

And breathe in your newness,
and remember these days,
forever in delved in my mind,

What can I say to my baby?
What can I teach you today?
I think that I shall just hold you,
For...tomorrow is another day!

','28493552'); threads[8] = new thread(2922617, '"There Was Music Playing"', 'Pami', '08/23/08', '07:32 PM','There was music playing
first thing when I awakened
I could hear them singing
plain as day!

The angels all together,
were singing in a chorus,
"Going home, going home,
on wings of silver tipped in gold."

I felt I knew the song,
familiar were the words,
it seemed that I had heard
the words in days of old.

"I am strong, I am strong,
when I am weakest I am strong.
Going home, going home
on wings of silver tipped in gold."

Familiar were their voices,
as strange as that may sound!
As though I always knew them,
I did know them, I found!

Loved ones I thought were gone,
away from me forever,
were singing songs of old
I felt I knew.

"I am strong, I am strong,
when I am weakest, I am strong,
I\'m going home, going home
To the place where I belong!"

','28181819'); threads[9] = new thread(2905266, 'Be Thankful For Each Day!', 'Pami', '08/15/08', '08:34 AM','Be thankful for each day as we live it,
Don\'t worry about the past, it is gone!!
Don\'t spend all your day being blue,
You know what I say is true.
Be thankful for each day as HE gives it.

People need to know you care,
Someone who\'ll always be there,
You can teach them how to
be thankful for each day as they live it.
They can pass it on and on and on.

So, be thankful for each day as you live it,
Be grateful for each blessing you can share.
People need to know you care,
someone who\'ll always be there,
Don\'t worry about the past, it is gone!

','28009618'); threads[10] = new thread(2905177, '"Rainy Day Mornings"', 'Pami', '08/15/08', '07:18 AM','

Tis a \'rainy day morning\'
no sunshine today,
no clouds in the sky,
I see only gray.

I love rainy mornings,
for rain cleanses my soul,
and all the old worries,
by the wayside they go!

I know all things shall pass,
whatever they are,
the good and the bad,
all new comes at last.

Even tho\' the bright sun,
shall soon rise again,
and with it a new day,
to bask in it\'s rays.

I\'ll await rainy mornings,
where my spirit doth grow,
I\'ll await rainy mornings,
bringing peace to my soul!

','28008894'); threads[11] = new thread(2898511, '"Wonders Unseen"', 'Pami', '08/12/08', '08:39 AM','Where are the wonders of life unseen?

Mine eyes could not grasp them all.

BEHOLD! Here ARE the wonders of life unseen!

HERE where *I* am bringing you HOME.

HOME to the place *I* have made for you.

Your eyes can now grasp them ALL.

These are the wonders of life unseen,

For *I* have brought you HOME!

','27939365'); threads[12] = new thread(2881475, '"Icy Crystals!"', 'Pami', '08/04/08', '08:20 AM','In the moonlight
These icy crystals,
fragile as a
morning kiss.

We must take care
to not offend them
for they will break
and disappear.

These icy crystals,
as they melt,
bring the waters
of our life.

Days of sunshine,
nights of darkness,
fragile as a
morning kiss.
','27766091'); threads[13] = new thread(2812974, 'The Lilac- tree', 'orion', '07/01/08', '12:28 PM','What do you think of the lilac-tree
Said one day in the spring to me?
I am the keeper, staunch and bold,
Of the fairies\' secret treasure hold.

Long ago, in the springtide\'s birth,
They were called away from the fresh green earth,
And they gave this charge to me to keep.
I guard it well through the winter deep

For those who like to remember the day
Of the fairy folk who were called away.
"What is the treasure?\' I asked the tree;
But he only nodded mysteriously.

So I waited, and out on the houghs tree grew
Frail tiny caskets of delicate hue;
And when they unfolded, faint and rare
The sweetest fragrance stole on the air.
So now, when I see the lilac-spray,
I think of the fairies who went away.

','27093924'); threads[14] = new thread(2597748, 'Letting Go', 'orion', '03/27/08', '02:25 PM','When my youngest son went his way
I felt that I should kneel and pray.
From the sad look upon his face
I knew he had to find his place.

The first trip out in the world is cruel,
He has no crafts, no skill, no working tools.
And many times he\'ll be made a fool,
But then he\'ll learn to play by rules.

He\'ll get it right, eventually,
He\'ll be proud and live happily.
What happens to me? I guess you know,
I have no choice but let him go!
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