None have nursed at her breast None have risen up to call her blessed But there is hope in her heart that’s a mess From the loss of dreams of children in the nest.…
Barrenness Discipleship- Pauls and Timothys Dreams Ministry Poetry
None have nursed at her breast None have risen up to call her blessed But there is hope in her heart that’s a mess From the loss of dreams of children in the nest.…
One thought takes root And becomes one choice. One choice played out Becomes the voice Of reason, heart and gut wrenching treason. One step to move it there Tries to makes sense of it…