Witness
Remembering is easy,
but you think the past is best forgot.
Prayers appeared unanswered,
but you think that was just your lot.
But God was listening--
to the angels He was whispering:
Her life will be a witnessing,
not a wasted birth,
to all the lives she touches
on this planet Earth.
Alesia Leach © 01/2015
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