More Precious Then Gold Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

--MORE PRECIOUS THEN GOLD--

I'd been waiting for a letter,
A little something that I could see;
Just a little recognition
That somehow, You're hearing me.

But now, I know that all along,
Those letters were already here;
A soft breeze blowing in my hair
Or a warblers song upon my ear.

The suns warmth softly caressing
The senses on my face,
Or the many solemn sunsets
That, my aging eyes, did grace.

My heart so simply quickened
With the knowledge that you give,
So many of your loving gifts....
Bless this life that I now live.

I Thank You for this knowledge
That does my quiet life em-bold,
For now I realize, what You've given,
Is more precious then any Gold.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline


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