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He holds me dear.

by Jeanette Broussard (Age: 50)
copyright 09-20-2008


Age Rating: 13 +
He holds me dear.


It's hard to feel happy or even extremely glad,
My insides feel old and worn, cold and oh so sad.
This dark cloud of depression just won't go away,
Look in the mirror of my eyes, wonder will it stay.

There is so much in my life to bring me a happy smile,
A wonderful husband who is loving, gentle, and mild.
My beautiful daughter who daily brings us such great joy,
Two grandchildren another due shortly, it's a boy.

My son is also living near and comes to visit much,
His wife is so sweet, and loving with such a gentle touch.
My family all lives near and we enjoy spending time,
Nieces and nephews starting families, all in their prime.

What is it that gives me the blues, when all is going well?
I'll reach out, send my worries above, and all will be swell.
For when I am feeling low, He is always very near,
For I am His child, and I know that He does hold me dear.






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