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He who is without sin among you, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.
John 8:6-10
They said this to test him, so that they might have some good grounds for an accusation. But Jesus stooped down and began to write with his finger in the dust on the ground. But as they persisted in their questioning, he straightened himself up and said to them, “Let the one among you who has never sinned throw the first stone at her.” Then he stooped down again and continued writing with his finger on the ground. And when they heard what he said, they were convicted by their own consciences and went out, one by one, beginning with the eldest until they had all gone.
Jesus was left alone, with the woman still standing where they had put her. So he stood up and said to her, “Where are they all—did no one condemn you?”
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Life Behind this Avatar
life is good I feel privileged, blessed, lucky, thankful and more
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And there Love in Forgiveness not just to other it is to self . the one you have to start with is self..
you can have all but of you dont start with you first you can not love other or help them.
A few photos I like the color, brings them to life
Anticipating Christmas time
now back to realty ………
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Honey get out of the photo
Have always Loved Black cats
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I will praise the LORD all my life;
I will sing praise to my
God as long as I live.
The First Rose Of Summer
'Tis the first rose of summer that opes to my view,
With its bright crimson bosom all bathed in the dew;It bows to its green leaves with pride from its throne–
'Tis the queen of the valley, and reigneth alone.Oh! why, lovely stranger! thus early in bloom,
Art thou here to assure us that summer is come?
The primrose and harebell appear with the spring,
But tidings of summer the young roses bring.Thou fair gift of nature (I welcome the boon),
Was 't the lark of the morning that 'woke thee so soon?
Yet I weep, thou sweet floweret! for soon, from the sky,
The lark shall repose where thy leaves wither'd lie.Oh! if beauty could save thee, thou ne'er wouldst decay,
But, alas! soon thou 'lt perish and wither away;
And thy kindred may blossom, and blossom as fair–
Yet I 'll mourn, lonely rosebud! when thou art not there.
Robert Gilfillan (1798-1850 / Scotland)
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys
Song of Solomon 2:1
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