Christine Ullmann LFABI
My Hope - Poem by Christine Ullmann LFABI
When I go forth to meet my God,
As I must do some day,
There's little that I'll have to bring.
And even less to say.
"I've laughed, I've cried,
I've sinned, I've died.
And you've been always by my side.
But You know better than I...
I've failed at much and some things made,
But I have these poems, some sad, some sweet,
And then I'll lay them at His feet.
No better words could I then hear,
It would be music to my ear,
If he would,
"You've always been,
A holder of my Golden Pen,
And where you've walked, I too have trod.
You were a pen in the hand of God."
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