POEM
You inspire me to write, of all that you do.
The Blessings you give, and take from us too.
You teach us to look after,all that we hold.
Our family – the gift,that’s more precious than gold.
If we take things for granted, you take them away.
Then give them straight back to us, when we learn your Holy way.
The discipline you give to us, comes with a Loving hand,
To reach the goal with you,together –
in the Promised land…
