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by LadyPoet Jan 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
God has chosen to raise me as his own Before my life on earth could ever be We know it doesn't seem fair Perhaps something we couldn't foresee. God knows all, hears all, and sees all Even though we may not understand I now have the honor of being with him In his precious holy land. It's not a punishment of any kind There is no one at fault It was what he had planned for me A better way of which he sought. Now that I am with him What better place could there be I live and fly with the angels As my tiny soul is set free.