Psalm 9:9-11
The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed,
a refuge in times of trouble. 10 And they that know thy name
will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord,
hast not forsaken them that seek thee.
11 Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion:
declare among the people his doings.
Praise the Lord for his faithfulness.
One last memory as the time goes by for remembrance of my lost one. Magnolias bloom quickly in the spring, yet last for such a little while...
Magnolia Dreams
Magnolia dreams
reaching toward the sky,
life’s sickness screams
yet your spirit flies.
Round, full flower
growing seeds where sown,
counting the hours
before going home.
Branches wrapped in care
strength slips with time,
loving moments snared
hiding when you cry.
Fragrant petals rise
as sudden sadness falls,
grasping for the prize
you hear the final call.
Leaves of peace and calm
taking one last breath,
guilty, you lift your Psalm
singing of hope in death.
Magnolia dreams are gone
fading in winter’s night,
the peace for which you longed
now rests within your sight.
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