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Dale Butler
Christian husband and father trying to serve God faithfully.
Christian husband and father trying to serve God faithfully.

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Some have said that ISIS is "America's Greatest Threat,"  IMHO, I believe continues to be our "biggest threat." However it was the U.S. that funded and trained the ISLAMIC STATE (ISIS), and had our Military train them. Obama asked for another $500,000,000...

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Spyware by mindspark.  Anything from mindspark is bad.  Search for "toolbar removal" and all of those apps or extensions are spyware and hard to remove. DO NOT DOWNLOAD ANYTHING FROM MINDSPARK OR MYWAY.

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Awesome Video about Jesus birth and the reality of who he is.

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Kelly Clarkson and Trisha Yearwood Perform ‘Silent Night’ When They’re Joined By A Guest
In beautiful harmony, Kelly Clarkson and Trisha Yearwood are joined by a surprise Country Superstar for a stunning rendition of “Silent Night” that gave everyone in the auditorium  goose bumps. Their voices blend together beautifully with this beloved Christmas classic written in 1818 reminding us what CHRISTmas is all about.


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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in  North Platte ,  Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.  One nurse took her copy to  Missouri . 

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the  St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . .. . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . .. . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . .. . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . .. . . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . .. . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . .. . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . ... . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . .. . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man .. . . Look closer . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet 
an older person who you might brush aside 
without looking at the young soul within. 
We will all, one day, be there, too!

                    PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

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Wonderful son that went to meet the Lord in 2010

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"I Can Only Imagine" by MercyMe was sang at my son, Joshua Cole Butler's Funeral in Brownwood, TX.  He was a Christian young man that would help people, give them money when no one else knew, forgave when he was wronged and maybe will play his Bass Guitar in Heaven while praising God.  We're looking forward to seeing you in heaven son.  We love and miss you, but one day...!  Mommy & Daddy, and also in remembrance to Wayne Horton who presided at his funeral.  Looking forward to seeing you both one day.  Mommy and Daddy, Suzette and Dale Butler

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This is my website.  It tells the story and offers several things for you.
My Ministry that I hope everyone will view to see if you are interested in being a participant. It is:
Thank You and I hope you will "check us out."
Dale Butler
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