We are but a child of God
Age matters, not

To His altar, everyday
A wounded soul is brought


Words spoken, from the heart
We speak, sincere to you

This path before us, we follow
To always be near to you


Alas, these tears, through the years
Perhaps they fall, each day



Please, our loving Father
Dry them all away


Remember, Dear One .....
You are His child too

Your Father in heaven
Will always take care of you


God Blesses
Those Who Come To Him

Have A Wonderful Day
Dear, Wonderful Friend

© 3/18/05
Revised 10/20/07
Kathryn Sunday Davis