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A little child was given, The happiness was brief, The joy he brought into our lives was turned to bitter grief, He was taken,we were left to face the lonely years ahead, with broken hearts and empty arms but somehow we were led-through the storms of sorrow,to understand the workings,of a plan not yet revealed, were time would work a miracle and every wound be healed. Still we mourn him sadly,but the years in passing bring, The hope that we will meet again , in gods eternal spring. written by Patience Strong. |
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