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Take care of our babies, sweet Jesus
Oh sweet Jesus, my heart is broken
So hurt and deeply wounded
The desire so great
To have and hold the blessings of our own
But You knew best...
Heaven is a better place for them
My babies well taken care of
Your tenderness and love surpasses
Even that of a mommy
Tears are flowing
Heart is shaterred
My trust is placed in You
Hope is not lost
Dorin and I will soon meet them
Home sweet home
Heaven
I long for it...
For Jesus and my babies
Jesus, you hold my heart's desires.
*With flowing tears I finished writing this poem. Dorin and I have two babies waiting for us in Heaven.It was the most difficult experience for us to surpass. Thank you Father for holding us so tenderly close to Your heart.
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be" Matthew 6:21 |
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