The Kingdom Of God Is For The

I Recently Learned That In An Average Lifetime A Person Walks About Sixty-five Thousand Miles. That's Two And A Half Times Around The World. I Wonder Where Your Steps Will Take You. I Wonder How You'll Use The Rest Of The Miles You're Given.

It's A Beautiful Day In This Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... It's A Neighborly Day In This Beauty Wood, A Neighborly Day For A Beauty. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... I've Always Wanted To Have A Neighbor Just Like You. I've Always Wanted To Live In A Neighborhood With You. So, Let's Make The Most Of This Beautiful Day. Since We're Together We Might As Well Say: Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine? Won't You Be My Neighbor? Won't You Please, Won't You Please? Please Won't You Be My Neighbor?

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The Kingdom Of God Is For The Broken Hearted

Parenting Forces Us To Get To Know Ourselves Better Than We Ever Might Have Imagined We Could--and In Many New Ways. . . . We'll Discover Talents We Never Dreamed We Had And Fervently Wish For Others At Moments We Feel We Desperately Need Them. As Time Goes On, We'll Probably Discover That We Have More To Give And Can Give More Than We Ever Imagined. But We'll Also Find That There Are Limits To Our Giving, And That May Be Hard For Us To Accept.