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To: Ahda who wrote (11989)	9/7/2001 12:09:31 AM
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re: effectiveness of prayers Don't work often enough, but will continue none the less. Sure glad I don't believe as does Rarebird: Dust In The Wind - Kanas I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the momen't gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind All they are is dust in the wind Same old song Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind, ohh Now, don't hang on Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away And all your money won't another minute buy Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind Everything is dust in the wind Everything is dust in the wind The wind homepages.ihug.co.nz I remain holding onto my faith, without being sure of faith in what or who exactly, but Stan Jones said it well. Ghost Riders in the Sky An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw, A-plowin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw. Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghost herd in the sky. Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel, Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, A bolt of fear shot through him as he looked up in the sky, for he saw the riders comin' hard and he heard their mournful cry. Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghost riders in the sky. Their faces were gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat, They're riding hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught 'em yet, For they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, for they've got to catch the devil's herd, as they ride on hear them cry. Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghost riders in the sky. The cowpokes rode on past him and he heard one call his name, If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on a range, Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride, A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies. Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo, ghost riders in the sky. captain-dave.com There is something more, something much much more. No, I don't understand it, but of It I've caught but a glimspe and yet I respect, love, and --- yes --- fear. Those without fear simply haven't spoken with those riders.