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Her Love

When I think about the love that she has given me, it makes me think of how one 
could love so deeply, how could one have a love so pure.  I love this women for 
just who she was, she has left me gifts that I cherish, she has been my 
inspiration, my best friend, my mother.  

When she called daughter, I listened with my ears, but her words went depper 
than the ears could hear.  Now that your gone, I can truly hear those words, those 
scriptures that wer given that my heart has hidden within.  The signs you gave I 
can now see, thank God I am no longer blinded to what you always could see. 

I miss you so much, but I know the only way for me to see you again is to live my 
life according to God's will.  I thank God for allowing me to know someone as 
great as you, to be in your presence was not by chance but predistined to what 
soon lies ahead.  I can't stop thinking about all that we been through  and how I 
met you.  I can't stop remembering how much I love you.

I cry not because your not with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I cry because I 
miss you here on earth.  I feel like a piece of me is gone, I feel like no one will 
ever understand the depth of our relationship or our love, I love you so very 
much.  I wish that I could have been there with you to see you go home to glory. 

I am hurt but I know that God has my back in everything I do.  I promise you I will 
always put God first in all that I do. I pray that when your watching over us, you will 
smile and continue to pray for us.  Your love is very much undescribable, but 
when I think again it's nothing but that Agape love!  The same love that Jesus has 
for me.  I love you Willie, and I going to press on Mommy until God calls me 
home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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