»To Rayne«
(by Anthea De Bruyn)
Whoever says there is no God
Has never looked upon your face,
Has never heard your heartening words,
Has never felt your little arms' embrace.
For only He would so mercifully bestow
A blessed angel to light our tomorrow
I may not be a mother
to you or any other
But it is hard not to adore, with all that is me,
the fine boy you are, the good man I know you'll be
Seldom in this life do we bask in the light
But you indeed are the one
who steers us clear of the night
our Precious Rayne, Our Shining Son.
Has never looked upon your face,
Has never heard your heartening words,
Has never felt your little arms' embrace.
For only He would so mercifully bestow
A blessed angel to light our tomorrow
I may not be a mother
to you or any other
But it is hard not to adore, with all that is me,
the fine boy you are, the good man I know you'll be
Seldom in this life do we bask in the light
But you indeed are the one
who steers us clear of the night
our Precious Rayne, Our Shining Son.
written in February 2010 : submitted on March 8, 2010 : viewed 26 times
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Mary Kettle: beautifully written
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