Our Lord Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

That picture hanging on the wall,
Is the picture of a friend so dear.
And every time I look at it,
I never seem to have a fear.

Of course you all have heard,
That the picture hanging by a cord,
Is a picture of a friend so dear,
Our one and only LORD!

The above two verses written,
By a tiny precious one.
She lives up in Heaven now,
I always called her Mom!

Thank the Lord He was your friend.
Because of it. I will see you again!
Her first born boy is now this man.
My daddy called her “Bobbie Ann! ”

This tribute written from my heart
As tears run down my chest quite far.
I am so thankful that little girl
Was the one who brought me into this world!