First PainLord, I am learning, in each and every way; I'm to be broken. almost every day. Life's little lessons, come only from you; But most often of times, they make us so blue. Thinking years back, to my very first pain; Being all of three, was a terrible strain. Mommy and Daddy, seemed to always fight; And even then I knew, it just wasn't right. Mommy cried loud, laying across the bed; Drenched with tears, and eyes so red. I ran to her side, holding tissues in my hand; with tiny bare feet, dirty with sand. Memories of Mom, were the last that day; After that she simply had gone far away. Lord, I know your hand, was upon me then; For that's when you first, took me in. ~~ Copyright ©1999, Holy Spirit Creations Brenda Atkinson McMahon All Rights Reserved    
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