Pastor Linda Sharing God's Love
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Never_ Actually Grown LORD, I'm feelin' weary again. Seems there is never no end between the problems one child sends. I raised all four of my sons with the same morals and such, Why is it there's only one that breaks my heart so much? I haven't a mother to call upon, What will he do when I am gone? I still am only a middle aged woman. Will I get to enjoy life any... Before the dirt is thrown upon me? We as Mothers put our life on the line to give birth, Throughout their whole life we brag of their worth! They are our hearts and always our babies. Mostly I worry about his safety. I guess he will never actually be grown. I'm not a selfish person... LORD; I just want a little bit of life To enjoy without worry. SO.. I'll close this with a short prayer; Watch o'er my baby,and LORD... Let him know that when I fail to no longer be his crutch; It isn't out of meaness... It is because I love him so much. COPYRIGHT 2003 written by Linda Begley Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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