SOME DAYS I AM
Some days, I am a Whisper.
Some days, I am a Shout.
Some days, I am a mighty Oak.
Some days, a tiny Sprout.
But no matter what I am today,
I ask for patience there,
Just to share these great emotions
That I am inclined to bare.
Some days, I am the Reason
Some days, I am the cause.
Whatever I may be this day,
In this Life, I'll take a pause.
For each of us bares witness
To what God planned for us to be
And I am praying very humbly that,
My Faith is what you'll see.........
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
9-15-06
Ms. Caroline
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