As days rush with no time to spare

And my life draws to a near full square..

To the mighty Lord,I bow and pray

Pain,Sickness,come what may..

Pray to make me so worthy

That i fulfil,my every duty..

The highest duty being a mother

For the little being i live to nurture..


  • Paul Bell

    Sure you're doing great, though a little divine help can only be a benefit.


      Thanks Paul. Loved your comment.

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