Two listening ears
An open heart
Her love for me
Flows through
A love for Christ
Infused within
Wisdom through
And through
A sage's advise
Pours out her heart
The Word
And what she reads
The source of which
A well spring rich
A heart and mind
New things doth find
A journey that
Continues on
Grace, mercy
Every morning
The touch of God
So whisper soft
Three strands
Not easily broken
The ray of power
Every sun kissed morn
Fruits flowers
Leaves and roots
The daily dew
It falls anew
Fresh with every
Morning
Lord I thank you for
(No, am not a bore)
For a dear dear part
Of my sister's heart
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