My biological mother died, then my biological father, then the two parents who adopted me also passed. When Jesus calls me home, I'll be in God's home where His children belong with all of those who made their arrangements ahead of time.
Back when we would walk in the spring-green wood Holding hands, hearts joined only as lovers can Thoughts circle round those days in the deep wildwood Now aged, bent way past young adulthood Young love comes in glimpses in this lifespan Longing for Jesus' relief of my orphanhood
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2025
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My biological mother died, then my biological father, then the two parents who adopted me also passed. When Jesus calls me home, I'll be in God's home where His children belong with all of those who made their arrangements ahead of time.