As the carousel spins round
I can't help but smile.
One by one with joy abound
The horses trot right on by.
A mom and a child, they both embrace
To hold steady as it takes off to race.
Racing and charging to be the first one
To the finish line to see what they've won.
That little blond baby,
What will her future hold?
Or the boy with hair so wavy
Will this life keep him until he grows old?
So many possibilities for these young souls.
We should pray for them all to follow God's plan.
Pray that they dream, achieve, and grow
Because one day our world will be in their hands.
1/15/17
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What a wonderful poem! I too wonder wonder what God has in store for children. What a stunning piece!
Thank you so much!
Great write
Appreciate it!
Welcome
all souls go to the Fathers mansion at the pre arranged agreed upon time there is a room for all
a personalized heaven so to speak
the writer for ww the angelic muse
Haha I'm not sure how to reply to this one 😂 ......thanks for reading!?
Good write
Thank you!
Wonderful job!
Thank you!
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