by: Sarah

Love is measured by tests in time
Hands that hold the thick of the mold

A child born placed in the hands
Gods blessing upon her as it was his plan

Tears are shed as we bow our head
What sadness is brought forth from such loving

I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. That patience pays in the end, and that love will always overcome the darkest of days.

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