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On the day you were forty-nine

This was a somewhat rushed piece of literature for my mother's 50th birthday. Hate to admit, we weren't able to prepare much for her birthday. She has done most of it.

On the day you were forty-nine One thing never came into mind That you would face this new year With migraines and some shedding of tears

Twenty seven days later, Our house was almost in shatters It's my first to see you cry so bitterly Asking God, "Why did it happen so suddenly?"

But you were strong, Mama And God was always with you Though you faced even more trauma You were never abandoned, it's true

When I cried because of thesis You answered me with a warm embrace I knew that you're facing a harsher crisis Yet you're still open to be a safe place

You came home tired and stressed Asking us for a massage and then be at rest Yet, we admit that sometimes we're too lazy And we closed our bedroom door, and for that we're sorry

Now that you are at your golden (I really didn't think you would reach this moment) You'll always be the same caring Mama And I know deeply this is your forever persona

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Lord, I...

Lord, I confess That I held my own world In the palm of my hands Trading what You gave me With the stew of the earth Forgetting that I am one Whom You have caused new birth

Lord, I admit That I took You advantage Chasing tomorrow with anxiety Though You sang to me Your unrelenting don't-worry's

Lord, I forget That You encompass good Declaring clean what has been scarlet As only You could A smoldering wick that I have become Was not reason for You To tear me off of Your freedom

Lord, I marvel At Your ocean-covering grace Patience, perpetual. You met me at my desert That felt like nothing but endless sand Gravitating in my hourglass

Lord, I will Trust your Word for me to be still Stay where I am while You tend me As my Gardener In the field of barren soil That has yet to bear its fruit

Lord, I say You are worthy of bended knees Your compassion and mercy Never will they cease You pilot my way through The wilderness anew Yet your love, the unfailing same Will never rob me in vain