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Skinned Noses

Sometimes we find in our daily endeavor.
To witness to people of GOD's gift forever.
We tell folks of that wondrous place.
What do they do? Slam the door in our face.

It's a wonder GOD's people have skin on our noses.
For this is the way most people oppose us.
But soon we'll meet someone with a smile.
This reception makes it all worth while.

We can talk to them it seems for hours
As we watch seeds planted grow into flowers.
They are eager to learn of GOD's words you teach.
We're happy there's someone we finally could reach.

So, remember, as you are applying a band aid.
And are so discouraged because of contacts not made.
That GOD does bless you as onward you go.
You plant the seed, GOD can make it grow.

It may take time, but, if you try,
You'll see GOD's results by and by.



Creatures in My Worlds

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Aviden--Tanja Beast

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Aviden appears in "Saga of Bazor"

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Mandor

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The Mandor can be seen in "Saga of Bazor"

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Battle Tarlen

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Barra is a Battle Tarlen ridden by the leader of the mountain people in "Black Seven: Legend of Venetta"

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Taming the Raptor

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Forest Creature

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Brambles is introduced in "Saga of Bazor".

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The Kandog

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Salty and his two mates, Brewer and Majesty, are seen in "Saga of Bazor"



The Little Stream

The wind blows a breeze through the trees
As she on the little stream gazed.
It is so proud with peace so loud
That her mind it simply amazed.

She sees this place when cramped of space
Her troubles way too much to bear.
The gentle stream is like a dream
She finds her peace of mind is there.

The stream may rise or shrink in size
But, she won't see it go away.
In the rain or heat; hail or sleet
It laps at the shores in play.

Her feelings rise to life's surprise
To overflowing it would seem.
But, she's still there with not a care
Just like the peaceful little stream.


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