I came into existence…it’s been about sixty two years now past
Didn’t think at times… I was going to make it…
But I was meant to exist…to live…to last.
To accomplish what it was… I am made for
To find my purpose and way… in this life.
To maybe become more than I have already accomplished
As a mother...friend and wife.
To add a bit more joy and happiness’
To another’s life and time.
To somehow get my message out and across
If only in words that rhyme.
But however it is I’ve accomplished it
I’m glad that I was able to.
In order that I could bring God’s message of love
To everyone…such as I have to you.
To show each in poetic words…so divinely orchestrated
That each has their purpose…living for.
To live each day… as if it were to become your last
And never ask God... for anything more.
To place your daily trust in Him
For our provisions of.
The peace… joy and understanding
Of our Lord’s …Holiest of Spirits’ love.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem