Mired in the quagmire of thoughts,
Struggling to pull my booths out.
How can I make any headway,
As each day the struggle wears on.
I but the pen that writes
The words sent to me.
Credit belongs to Him above,
Who I greet with humble heart.
For it is so true , to Him is all
The love that I share for His care.
For the happiness He has afforded me,
And my thanks seem so puny.
He sees the love in your heart..
Lady Vivian
Love and Light
Lily
Rebecca
Joy L. Hale
Love ya!
Jane
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budd