Thursday, February 12, 2009

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And it looks different, Lord
Different than I thought it would;
More different than I wanted.

It looks uneven, Lord
It feels unfair;
Much more uneven than it should.




Sleep in His arms tonight, little one.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh our precious gift and blessing from the Lord!! I love our little man!! Oh how I love and miss him sweet Babily. This is such a beautiful poem. You are a true wordsmith. I love you.
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