by: Shirley Satterfield
Sarai’s Dream 👨👩👦👦
Give me the multitude of
hoary stars Abram Lord,
For I cannot count the worlds.
Give me many children from the faith,
This frail framed woman waif.
Make this childless woman
Your happy, homemaking wife
Both in this life and the hereafter.
Let me hear the mirth of angels, Lord,
And laugh.
Let me hear the laughter
of all our daughters and sons.
Reaping stars is fun.
Wonderfully expressed..👌💛