God's Broken Prize
her hands worn and wrinkled for someone so young
looking down at the pages of bills
her eyes bore the everyday pain and frustration
from the hope that poverty kills.
scrubbing floors in the summer at the local high school
stocking shelves at wal mart weekends
feeling the love of Jesus all around
from her circle of newfound friends.
together they climb that daily mountain
no longer so jagged and steep
she smiles when her head hits the pillow at night
praying to God their souls to keep
her children smile too for they sense mama's hope
and they see the new happiness in her eyes
while her friends gather round their new angel
bearing witness to God's broken prize
Copyright © David Clark | Year Posted 2016
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