Poems of Lighthouse Bob
How Much? #117
As the collection plate is passed, I hear the congregation sneer... But in my time of offerings, I think of you only dear-- I watched you as you slept, I rocked you though your dreams, And as from a nightmare you awoke, I comforted your screams. I opened up your window To view golden morning skies And as sunlight lit your cherub's face, I wiped the tears from your eyes. For your life I endured Sharp pains within my chest And as milk flowed free for nutriment, You supped upon my breast. I held you close for hours As many your suitor came And as Daddy sung in nursery rhyme, I whispered out your name... Now, as I pledge on Sunday, My offerings to give-- I ask myself, “How much? Would I have paid, If only You should live.” -Lighthouse Bob |
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How Much? #117
How Much? #117
