This poem was written in 1987 for a dear friend when I found this web site,I thought it would be nice to post it so Peter will always know Little would never be forgotten by her friends.
For “Little”
There comes a time in our dreary life
When things are bleak and nothings nice.
Then God looks down and bestows a gift
Which enters our hearts and gives us a lift.
This gift like life is mearly a loan
And when it’s returned we are not to condon.
Whose to question the greater plan
Our Creator has for us mortal man.
Love that is given love thats recieved
Will surely sustain us after we’ve grieved.
But try to believe while the tears flow free
That God will know and surely see
Gifts that were loaned and taken away
Will be returned again in another way.
Peggy
| Little |
| 1987 |
| Peggy |