My Humble Verse For Dearest Kim Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

Our Eyes, our precious eyes, God´s comfort
they are the windows to our heart
God will never take away this greatest valuable support
He is healing all the ailing parts

He is a God of Greatest Love
His Residence is straight above
We can never imagine His Love for us
so greatest, that surpasses truly all things with plus

believe in Him as a child is truly a must

my heart is crying all the time, my dearest Kim
terrible monsoon inside all parts
please, know that all poets here love you very much to the brim
and we all pray for your well being
hear the beating of our praying hearts....


created and cared with love,
Sylvia Frances Chan

MyNOTES: This humble verse, published on HePo and is republished here,
she who is still suffering from ailing eyes.
May this verse contribute a tiny bit to your healing process,
please have patience, God hears all prayers, sure.