To the rhythm of our hearts we gently sway,
Trusting, delicate, you're not yet a day.
Cradled in my arms... a dream washed upon
my shore... a gift of life, from Life Evermore. ~ Lyn ~
How I wish I could have frozen that moment in time. But had that
been the case, all the potential buried in each of my children would
not be realized. Our world would not be blessed with the music, the
humor, the tough gentleness of my sons; or the playful, determined
heart that is my daughter.
'A ship is safe at harbor, but is that what a ship is made for?' A question
that haunts me, though I know is true.
Lord, WE need Your guiding hand. None of us has yet reached
Heaven's harbor...
Trusting, delicate, you're not yet a day.
Cradled in my arms... a dream washed upon
my shore... a gift of life, from Life Evermore. ~ Lyn ~
How I wish I could have frozen that moment in time. But had that
been the case, all the potential buried in each of my children would
not be realized. Our world would not be blessed with the music, the
humor, the tough gentleness of my sons; or the playful, determined
heart that is my daughter.
'A ship is safe at harbor, but is that what a ship is made for?' A question
that haunts me, though I know is true.
Lord, WE need Your guiding hand. None of us has yet reached
Heaven's harbor...
