I asked you put away your baggage,
Before you walked into my life.
I had enough of my own to carry
before you asked me to be your wife.
Conquered failed marrages,
those romantic battles in life had won.
I lived in silence through most of them,
But God blessed me with two sons'.
I've learned to lay it at the Altar,
And give it to my Father above.
His healing grace and mercy,
Was my refuge and my love.
I cried myself to sleep at night,
As God rocked me in His arms.
His warmth of touch lingered in that Souls' embrace,
Leaving past baggage, and their harms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
people should definately throw away the baggage...but keep one little memento of the lesson learnt...nice piece.