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To Berine, With LoveBerine, I'm so sorry for the pain and suffering you had to endure. Myself, I could not have lived this life without, Him as my core. He planned it all, every single detail, just this way, In order that we would touch a life, and have much to say. He brought us up in much pain and misery, This way, from Him, we would never flee. We depend so much, on our needs to be met, But it will not be from others, no, not just yet. He is still working out His perfect plan in us, We can relax in this place, without much fuss. He knew us before, we were in our mother's womb, He spoke life into us and we rose from our tomb, To be lights that shine in someone's dark place, We had rejection, and were abused and neglected, we had these to face. Oh, Berine do you know you are the apple of His eye? He sees all your hurt and pain, and He hears your sigh. Now gee, I am shedding tears just for you. The pain and sorrow of your life, I felt it too. Be blessed my sister, my new friend, I write this poem to you, and my love I send. Debra McGee Trammell 11-12-04 This is dedicated to Poetess Berine. Thank you so much for sharing your heart and honesty. What got me through was my faith in the Lord. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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