The muscle where life happens
Bringing the red color through
The thing we call blood
Without it we would not do.
It pumps many gallons a day
The number I cannot say.
Designed to carry the weigh
Of life to one’s body night and day.
It expresses sorrow – emotion
But it is a pump, what do you say?
Someone can break it many times
Pumping it goes without pay.
Author: Jacinta da Cruz Rodgers
I have been committed to teaching the truth of the Word of God beginning with Trans World Radio on Bonaire, N.A and Swaziland, Africa (1969-1980), then through churches in the United States in both English and Portuguese and then through ministry in Israel (2005-2006). This ministry continues through local Bible studies and outreach to the world via the internet.
I have written a book about my life from that of an orphan in Brazil to missionary in 5 countries. You can find out more on the "Book" page of our blog site.
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