I ask you Dear God, why am I here
What is the reason I was sent,
I sometimes feel sad
I cry until I cannot see through my eyes.
I ask You God, why...
"My child, I sent you
Because you understand pain
You will not turn your back
On people who are no longer the same.
Ask Me why, My answer is this
I need your help, please do not miss,
Help the mother who just lost her child
Give a child your love
I sent you here for a reason,
To share My heart, that is why.
In Heaven, I will be your biggest fan
Ask your God to hold your hand,
I will take your cross when you grieve
Ask Me, and I promise
I will be your eyes to see".
© 2005 Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
Linda11231949@aol.com
Each of us, as we journey through life, has the
opportunity to find and to give his or her unique gift.
Whether this gift is quiet or small in the eyes of the
world does not matter at all... not at all; it is through
the finding and the giving that we may come to know
the joy that lies at the center of both the dark times
and the light.
Helen M Luke
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