Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The warm ray of sun upon my back
The gentle breeze that touches my cheek
The robins sweet song
and the flowers just beginning to bloom
Children's laughter carried on the breeze
All reminders of your love for me.
When days are hard
and plans go wrong
people get hurt and do the hurting
Those are the gentle ways
You tell me you see me and have not forgotten.
You see our struggle down here
And your sweet reminders call our hearts to home
And tell us that it won't be long now.