fractured into smithereens
heartsick
heartsore
how can I ever be me again?
except for the cross,
if not for His blood,
if He had never risen,
if He was not the judge,
I could never imagine going on.
I praise the Lord for this opportunity to share my poetry and thank my sweet Mama J, who is now with our Lord, my sweet Aunt Nancy, my hubby and my kids for always telling me that I can do this. My prayer is that my poems minister to someone. I appreciate my readers, and would love to hear from you, so feel free to email me. You are an inspiration and a blessing, and you touch my heart. Please feel free to e mail me at sunshine92882@yahoo.com or find me on Facebook. PTL
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