Mary’s Little Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
His heart was pure as gold
And everywhere that Mary went
Her lamb was sure to go

Then before her very eyes
Her little lamb grew up
The hour had come to make his climb
And drink his bitter cup

How Mary mourned for her little lamb
She once cradled in her arms
And kissed away his every tear
And protected him from harm

In her heart she always knew
Her lamb was born to die
To save the dying world from sin
And give it eternal life

So as you kneel beneath the tree
Gathering treasures in your hands
Remember to thank our loving God
For Mary’s little lamb

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Author: Sandi Staton

My body has slowed down, but my busy brain never stops thinking, creating, writing, taking pictures of clouds and trees, and everything in between. I battle anxiety and depression that doesn't get better with age. That's why I write, why I spend time alone, why I walk, why I take pictures, why I never stop.

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      1. Hi Sandi, I’m doing okay… but I moved recently ‘again’ because the apartment I was in was so small and I felt so cramped. I really thought perhaps at 80 I shouldn’t bother… but in spite of my age I decided to be happier with more room. I’m tired of course but feel better with my decision. How are you doing? I definitely want now that I’m settled to be blogging more and reading more. Anyway, take care …. Diane

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        1. Hi Diane, I’m so glad you are doing well. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be happy at any age. We have to live in our skin 24/7, and it’s really difficult if we’re not happy with where we live. I’m looking forward to reading your blogs, again. Hang in there! You have much to write about to encourage us out here, because you have been through the flames and have come out stronger and wiser in spite of the pain. Blessings to you, Diane ~Sandi

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