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Tuesday's Trust
Beauty Amidst Death?
Crepe myrtles bloom in spite of me,
Lack of watering, nonetheless.
Why, Baby Girl could'st thou not see
In spite of ways I might transgress?
Crepe myrtles were in bloom that day
Though my heart was broken in two,
Prettiest pinks were on display
At your last time, our gates walked through.
God's handiwork ministers still;
He breaks through despite Satan's plan ~
Reminding me of Cal'vry's hill,
He assures ~ "You'll see her again!"
Why such beauty amidst stark death?
My crepe myrtles bloom still today:
Though my baby took her last breath,
God intervened without delay!
While we live here, we see dimly.
Your life thrives on the other Shore,
Separated by a veil thinly,
Whisp'ring, "Mommy, I love you more!"
God give me eyes that I might see
My baby girl awaits for me...
As the flowers show forth beauty...
So her face ev'r glows before Thee!
