I felt so undefiled,
You took me in your arms
I became your living child.
That little precious moment
When you seemed so far away,
I took your word and listened
You said, "I'm here, just pray."
Such a precious moment
I can sing with out a sound,
A melody of contentment
When hell wants to abound.
Those precious moment of worship
When loved ones raise a hand,
I belong to a holy family
Whose homes will all expand.
Those holy precious moments
The listening of a friend,
When two are gathered together
Your there to make a mend.
Who would want a figurine
Rather than a moment with you,
Your molding us on holy ground
Our lives made new by you.
These times of precious moments
I won't be leaving behind,
I'm the Lord's figurine forever
In his appointed time.
October 1992
Mildred Beaver
