Saturday, September 29, 2012

The Precious Present


Beautiful one, you don't know
how you caused hope to grow
from lowly state and grief
from giving up spirit and disbelief

One day I will tell you
how you made my dreams come true
after your brother died
so many  were the tears I cried

broken heart  lifted up
mercy filled my sorrow cup
your life became my clinging rope
Jesus was our only hope

October means our heart cries
love, grit, on the belly we try
to pray as we remember the pain
holding hope of Heaven to gain

but you reminded us of new life
amidst the sorrow, stress and strife
the ugly worm becomes the butterfly
lowered faces, lifted up to the sky

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