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To My Daughter January
The rhyme went "mirror, mirror, on the wall, I am my Mother after all."
I feel your pain my precious baby daughter,
you try and you try, and yet you falter.
You look at me and all that you see,
is a successful life, filled with victory.
The failures are there, but your blinded by the light,
Of our Lord and savior, whose life I allow to shine bright.
I have revealed to you, all my imperfections so you can learn,
that God's mercies and forgiveness are freely given, not earned.
I know that you admire me, and hold me in highest esteem,
the life that I pray everyday for you, is beyond your wildest dream.
If it were at all possible, for me to take away all your pain,
You know, I would not hesitate, nor would I complain.
But for now my dear January,all I can do,
Is surrender your life to Jesus, He'll carry you through.
He made me your Mother so that I could cushion your fall,
Till the day that you can look,in the mirror and say, I am my Mother after all!
So hold on to the faith, that I have passed on to you, my dear child,
God will, succeed to conform you, it just might take awhile.
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To My Daughter January
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