by Linda M Hill
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
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Dear Lord , with a heavy heart I get
down on my knees to pray-
You know how much I miss my son
since he went away.
He has lost his freedom , Lord, for
the things that he has done-
But he's still my shining star-
He's still my loving son!
When the darkness comes and invades
his soul at night-
And when the bars are closed behind him
and locked up tight-
Send an angel to him Lord, let him know
Lord , please hear my cry, hear this
Lord, how I miss him, for he's still
my little boy-
Outside in his sandbox playing with a
He's still the little boy I tucked in at night
and read stories too-
He's still the teenager who took care of
me when I had the flu.
Dear Lord, have your angel protect him
thru the night-
And let her still be with him come the
I'm giving you my son, Lord, mold him
in Your care-
Let him know that in his heart his
Mother's always there!
Dedicated to: David by his Mom Barbara
I was asked to write this poem for a friend who's son is in prison. May we always pray for the ones behind bar's....they may be away..but not forgotten...
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|Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick
|Brought tears to my eyes even before I read more than 3-4 lines.... good of you to share.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|sad, but good reminder to pray for those less fortunate whatever the reason....good write|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|A loving poem for your friend--and, very moving, as well....|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Sad... nice... A great reminder.|