RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Little Child - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
The dawn awakes and gently kisses me.
Clouds pass overhead.
I thank God that I'm alive and rejoice again
for His love divine.
So tender are His thoughts for me -
so great His love is too.
That when I'm withered, old and gray
I will still be His little child.
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