The following poem was sent to me by the author. After experiencing 3 miscarriages in 2010, the words of this poem strike real meaning. May many other hurting women find comfort in these words and in our Saviour...the One who cares so much more!! I was fearfully and wonderfully made, As God covered me in your womb. While my substance was still yet unperfect, My members, in His book, there was room. I was no secret to God as He formed me, For His glory, He shared me with you, Just long enough so you'd know me, When we meet face to face o'er the blue. I'll know you when I see you; You'll know me, too, as we meet I look like you, and yet like Christ, I'll be sitting at His feet. Remember, now, God's wisdom, He knew what was best for me. He'll also help to ease the time of waiting, trust and see. Author: Darrell Riggs
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Leaping on the dark surface,
Squeaking under her feet, Springing in the air, Falling down, making a beat. Again, Again into the pale blue sky, Leaving, making it cry. By Melody Joy De Leon, age 12, grade 6 Then I grabbed her hand. The shout of glee, To play with me; Ice cream washing down my throat, Sad now that have to go out. By Carissa De Leon, age 10, grade 5 |
AuthorGod reached down in love and rescued Cassandra from her sin at the age of 21: changing her life, purpose, and focus forever. Archives
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