<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:24:08.755-07:00</updated><category term='friendship'/><category term='faith'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>Conduit of Truth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-1518690475296367346</id><published>2010-09-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:27:50.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOST FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave of herself,without thoughts of receiving.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness and gentleness are her nature.&lt;br /&gt;She was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;But I lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are always with her.&lt;br /&gt;At times  speaking to her, with no answer in return.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she left me wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she ever think about me?&lt;br /&gt;Does she even remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Or the laughter we had together?&lt;br /&gt;Even the tears we shared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have passed without a word&lt;br /&gt;only thoughts of hope.&lt;br /&gt;But I still hold dear  , the friendship&lt;br /&gt;where two hearts care.&lt;br /&gt;                     Pauline J Schloss.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;taken from the book--The Heart Speaks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-1518690475296367346?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/1518690475296367346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=1518690475296367346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/1518690475296367346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/1518690475296367346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-friendship-she-gave-of.html' title=''/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-5837055525084641528</id><published>2009-10-30T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:24:02.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Piece Of Clay</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke with the thought, that with all the gifts God has given me , I should be doing more for Him and myself as a person. In my effort to block out all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; thoughts, I open my book "&lt;em&gt;The Voice of the Heart"&lt;/em&gt; and I read this poem.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                  A Piece Of Clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He took a piece of clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He broke the clay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some parts were hard, some soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But He broke it in a tender loving way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He held it in his hand and spoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He planned my destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only I did not ears to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor heart to store His words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did not want me to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would not have understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would not be able to live by faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I knew all that He had in store for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I would plead with Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not To send me in this world of sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to stay sheltered in His loving care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With loving care and order,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He voiced the plan for my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew of the attack of the enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew of my failure and my victories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knew that walking this road of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would need him all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So He made me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promise That&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would never leave me nor forsake me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow, my ears heard these words and my heart stored them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pauline J.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schloss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-5837055525084641528?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5837055525084641528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=5837055525084641528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5837055525084641528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5837055525084641528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2009/10/piece-of-clay.html' title='A Piece Of Clay'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-5431607751589827697</id><published>2008-08-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:28:18.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>Tiny fingers move across the pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the pages are blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words of a hurting heart cannot be expressed on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But three letters kept going around and around in the tiny head, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which belongs to the tiny fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiny lips move, forming the words of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I was given to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You were supposed to be my loving caretaker."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You were supposed to love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you were to care for me , not to hurt me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I not good enough for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why did you cast me away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God created me, I am human,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I scream, why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I was ripped from your warm body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know that the pain of rejection was worse than &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  the burning of my skin and the dismembering of my body?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was given to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, my Father and Creator made me in His own image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He chose you to carry me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as He chose Mary to carry Jesus, His Son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if she had done the same thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did you reject me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did you kill me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever wonder if I was the one sent to care for you in sickness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or the one who would find the cure for AIDS or cancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever wonder about the joy and happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have brought into your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you ever wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me, I will try to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; P.J.SCHLOSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE  VOICE OF THE HEART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-5431607751589827697?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5431607751589827697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=5431607751589827697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5431607751589827697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5431607751589827697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-5923975988338876428</id><published>2008-08-11T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:45:17.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-5923975988338876428?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/5923975988338876428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=5923975988338876428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5923975988338876428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/5923975988338876428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-8648536242533819296</id><published>2008-06-24T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:37:42.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Quotes on Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJmIwuX7EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NcJhyW4cgf0/s1600-h/Faith_Quotes_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215843619152849986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJmIwuX7EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NcJhyW4cgf0/s320/Faith_Quotes_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1I water my wilderness with faith and suddenly it blossoms as the rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I now prepare for the fulfilment of my heart's desire. I show God I believeHis promise will be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.God's promises are built upon a rock. As I have asked I must receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-8648536242533819296?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8648536242533819296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=8648536242533819296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8648536242533819296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8648536242533819296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/quotes-on-faith.html' title='Quotes on Faith'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJmIwuX7EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NcJhyW4cgf0/s72-c/Faith_Quotes_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-8097587149378161120</id><published>2008-06-24T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:35:03.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJlin_zw1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6albmFb0-6I/s1600-h/faith+in+actions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215842963975029586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJlin_zw1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6albmFb0-6I/s320/faith+in+actions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke with the desire to please my Lord. The word Faith came into my thought, I try to shake it but it would not leave my thoughts. You see all my walk with Jesus was define by my faith, but recently I am living with hope only and not by faith. coming into this knowledge I know without a doubt that something is wrong. During my readings I reconfirm myself to the fact that hope is a noun and I see it in one place looking forward. I see 'Faith' as a verb 'the action man': Faith knows it has already received and acts accordingly and it is for us as Christian to fully operate in that knowledge. This way of life will be pleasing in the sight of God Who said in His word that 'the Just must live by faith'. With my need to please my Lord , I will now exercise my fearless faith in three ways, by my thinking, speaking and acting. I am now unmoved by the negative appearance, therefore appearance will have to move because positive action will take its' place. I know that God's plan for you and me are built upon a rock and what was ours in the beginning is ours and ever shall be ours if we only take His Hands and walk in faith with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-8097587149378161120?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8097587149378161120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=8097587149378161120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8097587149378161120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8097587149378161120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/faith.html' title='FAITH'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJlin_zw1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/6albmFb0-6I/s72-c/faith+in+actions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3614614881401627772.post-8642360696047735352</id><published>2008-06-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:27:30.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJj10NBJzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY-VRbRoo4k/s1600-h/black%2520father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215841094645917490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJj10NBJzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY-VRbRoo4k/s320/black%2520father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FATHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Father's Day, but where is my father?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is the man that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; me in my mother's womb?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need your hug father,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt; your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in your&lt;/span&gt; eyes , to see if yours are the same color as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I search faces on the streets,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;looking for&lt;/span&gt; one that resembles mine. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;smile at&lt;/span&gt; fathers;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping my smile will remind you of the woman you slept with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I was conceived....my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Father, where are you ?Do you ever think about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember the night I was conceived?Do you know or care about the hurt ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pain of not knowing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did your father do the same to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank God that He allows us to call Him 'Father'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thank God that He promises that He will never leave us nor forsake us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know with all my heart and soul that my heavenly Father cares for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SCHLOSS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3614614881401627772-8642360696047735352?l=conduitoftruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/feeds/8642360696047735352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3614614881401627772&amp;postID=8642360696047735352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8642360696047735352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3614614881401627772/posts/default/8642360696047735352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conduitoftruth.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Voice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03940000389198146824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlPuT_C6hBc/SGJj10NBJzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PY-VRbRoo4k/s72-c/black%2520father%2520and%2520daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
