The Miracle of Marilyn
This story will tell of God’s little miracles
Revealed through the kindness of a friend
But now Lord, it’s she that’s in dire need
So Father please I ask a miracle for Marilyn.
The first of times I most needed her
Never once did I ever have to ask
She lifted me up when I was down
And stole my tears so I would laugh.
And when I felt shamefully weak
For fear of failure or always being wrong
She said, “To be wrong can be alright
And remember it’s the fear that isn’t strong!"
And most of all she lovingly taught
That with God’s acceptance I’ll always be
More tolerant of others and myself
Because finally, I can love me.
“If miracles are heavenly creations
Of God’s most blessed love
Then Marilyn you have your miracle
Because this is what you are made of!”
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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