Added by Dianne on July 15, 2011 at 10:40pm — No Comments
I wrote this poem during the grieving of my Mother's death. Within this poem was God's answer to my question.
THE MASTER'S PLAN
Mom softly called me on the phone one day
Come go with me, help me prepare for my going away.
We quietly picked her casket, dusty rose and pink
Her makeup she wanted done by Johnny her godson.
She asked me to type her program - the Order of Service plan
The songs to be sung, the scripture to be…
Added by Dianne on July 10, 2011 at 5:27pm — No Comments