Treasure
River of tears.
Deep sobs.
Shattered heart.
Cheerless days.
Broken dreams.
Empty arms.
Searing pain.
Restless nights.
Questions without end.
No one told me it
Would hurt like this.
It's raining in my soul.
Restful whispers.
Tender touch
Softness
Beyond knowing.
Heaven ready
Cradle waiting
In its
Nursery today.
Watching,
Waiting,
Tranquil smiles.
Brush of angels wings.
Expectation
Coming Closer
Gently Stepping
Jesus, Precious Jesus.
Holding closely
Precious Treasure
Grace Kathryn
Cradled in the arms of God.
~ Dedicated to the Memory of Grace Kathryn Dell~
March 17, 2008
by Ronda Knuth
A Baby's Secret
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