I had a
conversation with the past
And thus she
spoke to me
Take care
the tender heart you hold
Else it may
want to flee
Though
fortified it seems without
It’s fragile
more than known
A carelessness
could lay it low
Its loss you’ll
then bemoan
So in kid
gloves please cradle it
And it will
grow in leaps
He’ll give
you all the love you’ll want
For what one
sows one reaps
Through My Pen
Lord, the
plan you’ve laid for me
Is difficult
as it can be
But I know You will bring me through
With love
all-powerful and true
Please guide
me in a patient wait
‘Til I
arrive at Glory’s gate
And if I see
him not ‘til then
Let my love
lift him through my pen
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