The first two lines of this poem began forming while Mark and I were out for a walk this morning. The weather was perfect-what I expect it is like everyday in heaven.
From childhood faith
To teenage doubt
His love forever sure.
A young mother's need
Her heart's despair
His arms beneath are strong.
Love come late
Her heart awakes
To ever faithful songs.
As age advances
Faith more secure
His face a daily joy.
Oh come Lord Jesus
Take this heart
At times with worry laden.
And bring her to Your
Home so bright
An everlasting shining light.
A.R.L. 10/31/13
