After putting her children to bed, a mother changed into old
sweats and blouse and proceeded to wash her hair and give
herself a facial. As she heard the children getting more and
more rambunctious, her patience grew thin.
At last she wrapped a towel around her head and with cold
creme on her face stormed into their room, putting them back
to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard
her three-year-old say with a trembling voice, “Who was THAT?”
Your Faith gives me strength Your smiles wash away my sorrows your touch heals my wounds You are in my blood and my soul… There is nothing more I want from this world but you my Messiah
Your Faith gives me strength Your smiles wash away my sorrows your touch heals my wounds You are in my blood and my soul… There is nothing more I want from this world but you my Messiah
[This message has been edited by lastknight (edited June 09, 2002).]