Sunday, December 13, 1992 For the countless times you encouraged me, and the sleepless nights you watched over me, For the many tears that you shed for me, and the many prayers that you prayed for me: I want you to know that I can never repay for all of the sacrifices that you have […]
(Dedicated to my co-worker Denis Knaack – Tuesday, 7/28/1992 @ 6:20 am) Something caught my eye at work this morning That really touched my heart. Seeing what I saw was really not expected And it gave me quite a start. There on the table was a roll of tissue Wrapped in ribbons of purple, pink
Can’t you hear the children crying?Do you not see their tears?In their eyes you can read their fearsOf sorrow and suffering too gruesome for their years. Every day there are children dyingFrom booze and drugs which they are buying.Shattered dreams in the graves are lying –Come on child, LIVE! Why aren’t you even trying? Hear
I believed in you.I thought you were my friend.We laughed, cried and ate together.I was sure that on you I could depend. I loved you.For you I’d do anything, gladly giving up my life –Climb every mountain, cross every valley.We made a great team: I was glad to be your wife. We dreamed dreams and
I’ve cried many tears in the past days, wondering if I should end it all.Has my life any real meaning?Have I been obedient, have I really been called? Who really cares if I live or die?My husband, my son, or the one I’m carrying inside?No one knows the sorrow I feel, no one knows of
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