Thelma S. Pierce McBurney Poems

I pray that I may ever be
As good as God wants me to be
A mother tender, a friend true
Living a he bids us do
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Hands are a thing of beauty
When they are clasped in prayer
Hands are a thing of fury
When involved in deeds they shouldn't dare.
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Red as the breast of a Robin
Red as the petals of a rose
Red as the rays of the evening sun
Red as a firelight glows
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