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Love Love is a special, priceless thing discovered by too few. Sometimes symbollized by a ring, or by what we say and do. Love is the beauty and the smell of rain falling on the trees, or the key that unlocks a prison cell; the one thing that sets us free. Love is that all too unique gift that can catch a heart afire-- it can mend and heal every rift to take us higher and higher! Love is that all special something we should never let fade from view. A song of peace we can sing; all that I feel inside for you. ©2002 The White Crow Group ©2000 Linda Bridwell/Mark Thomas ©1977 Linda Bridwell Blackness Blackness descends; evening's tide. Nocturnal beasts that by day hide come out to greet the ebony haze. Eyes glow green and return my gaze. Afraid of what I cannot see and shadows which crawl over me; I try to run, but it's too late. Eternal blackness is my fate. ©2001 The White Crow Group ©2001 James Thomas/Mark Thomas Interloper An interloper Malignant shadows intrude The sad face of death ©2001 The White Crow Group ©2001 Mark Thomas

Friends Friends are like silver and gold. Precious metals, so I'm told. Loneliness cuts like a knife. We all need friends in this life. Love can bring us to our knees. Surrounding us but hard to see. There I was, standing in line, waiting for God's gift devine. Many times I watched love walk, my heart face down, outlined in chalk, but she was there when I cried-- to restore the hopes that had died. Love can help us through this maze. For this gift I give Him praise. Thank You Father for my friends. No greater gift could You send. Copyright ©2000 The White Crow Group Copyright ©2000 Linda Bridwell/Mark Thomas Copyright ©1978 Linda Bridwell Voices Nothing in this void but the voices of darkness-- Come with us! they say. Light follows darkness. The voices are light deprived. Let His light shine through. ©2001 The White Crow Group ©2001 Danny Felder/Mark Thomas