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A triplet of poetry

Juliet’s Birth

Sweetly, Lord, hast Thou filled my life
With joys unutterable and blessings uncountable.
In the midst of suffering and trials Thou art,
Incomparable, holy, just, Thou art God.
A child born to me is Thine, a gift returned
To thy care even though her father and I
Are her earthly gurdians, Thou art her Father,
And we devote her to Thee, because we love her.
– 8/15/00

Morning Cartoons

Glady, when you’re grown
You probably won’t remember
Sitting on your wagon
Watching cartoons raptly,
Holding your lovey Rusty
In one hand, and in the other,
Holding a cup of milk.
Every now and again,
You laugh or sng along,
Or even get up and dance.
So just to remind you,
And me, of these quiet times,
I’ve written it all down.
– 10/3/00

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, my dear?
God thought about you, and so I came here.
George McDonald

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