Blessed Christine
Blessed Christine
By Arley Steinhour 071311
Your every visit, your every word,
Your every brush stroke on her hair
Fills mothers 'things to do' bag
To wait until you both can share
A full mail bag, by Heaven's Gate
Delivered, her name upon the slate
She'll know who filled that welcome bag
With the love for her you state
What seems like she's not hearing
God wants to age just right
So the flavor of your reunion
Brimming full, brings great delight
So let your heart not weary
Every moment fill with love
Practice for home-coming
As He guides you from above
The blessing that you are to her
Will return to you ten fold
In a crown of Gold and Silver
Made in a very Special Mold
By, The Hands of Jesus
AMEN
(To Christine Hare, in reference to her poem about her mothers failing health.)
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