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Connnie Thunman Poem
Into the depths of motherhood, I enter
This mysterious world, the sweet
soft, touch of my baby.
Born to Love
Human-being in it's highest form
Completed in Divine Plan
And I no longer a girl
Become a women
Breasts filled with nourishment
For my little one
The new star that begins with a
Light, so bright
That my heart nearly Bursts
With the Joy that stirs
my very soul.
Copyright © Connnie Thunman | Year Posted 2013
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Connnie Thunman Poem
At 90, he told his story
In the Church he had grown to love,
Pastor standing beside him, praying for the strength from above
He told of a church as a young boy
His Grandma had taken him to
Where he'd sit by a stained glass window,
Gazing at Christ, was his view
So, before he takes flight to Jesus
His gift to the church, will be
A beautiful stained glass window
So others may gaze upon Thee
Copyright © Connnie Thunman | Year Posted 2013
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