poems

Beneath the moon's soft silver beams, A precious little wonder gleams, With twinkling eyes and gentle sighs, A tiny life begins to rise. An angel in a human form, A miracle that's been born, With rosy cheeks and tiny feet, A bundle of innocence, oh so sweet. With chubby hands and curious eyes, The world's a wonder, a sweet surprise, And…

God's love for me as a woman,Is like a river ever-flowing,Endlessly and tirelessly,In its constant, pure bestowing. It lifts me up when I am low,And carries me through life's ebb and flow,It gives me strength and fortitude,To face whatever comes, renewed. God's love for me as a woman,Is a beacon shining bright,Guiding me through the darkest…