He's raising his
children all alone. Mommy's gone to her
heavenly home. Leaving burden's and broken
hearts, But while here, much love she did
impart! *** Leaving a legacy untold. Her
life an example as it did unfold. Short
though it was on this earth. It was filled
with much love and mirth.
He faces life
without her, And all the challenges that
will incur. With his children so very
small. He'll forever be on call.
*** Jesus will be his Hiding
Place. He will extend His Amazing
Grace. Be there for his every need, And be
his Friend Indeed.
He'll hear him
before he calls. Give him strength when he
seems to fall. Open the doors of healing
faith, A haven of rest where he will be
safe. *** Melva
2005 October 10
I would like to
dedicate this poem to you young Dad's who are
raising your children alone. May Jesus be
your "Hiding Place."
Scripture from Isaiah
And it shall
come to pass, that before they call, I will
answer; and while they are yet speaking, I