Wordplay Thursday #264

Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!

Here’s a fill-in-the-blank to get you started. Feel free to use it to start off YOUR song.  It could be the first line of your song, or not.  Feel free to change the line up some.  It can be serious or silly.  Whatever gets you going!

“Nothing means more to her than ________.”

I’d love to hear what you come up with, so please share in the comments. Oh, and please keep your posts below an R-rating. It’s a family show, after all!

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God Bless and Enjoy the Journey,

Brent

7 thoughts on “Wordplay Thursday #264”

  1. Nothing means more to her than a quiet morning
    A cup of coffee and a walk on the beach
    She knows the daily issues will be coming
    But for now, that world is out of reach

      1. Well, thank you …. a quiet walk, with a cup of coffee, waves washing cares away seems a natural .. Appreciate your thought of a comment .. McD

  2. She was an easy breezy warm kind of woman,so full of heart ,she just shined

    She had meals to cook,.. blankets to sow,for all the ones she loved

    She was an artist,and a singer,and a soul seeking woman,who knew more than a thing or two

    She knew how to pray,to give from her heart..Mama This song’s for you

    Nothing meant more to her,than tryin to live her truth..
    I seen her happy,I seen her blue
    She lived hard day’s,.found rainbow’s too

    Sweet Mama of me,Mama of mine
    I always remember you
    Sweet Mama of me,Mama of mine
    I always remember you….

  3. Nothing means more to her than a morning talk with Jesus.
    She adds sugar and water to her antique tea cup.
    She takes a small sip, feels the heat on her lips
    And makes waves like an ocean as she softly blows.

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