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A Christmas Prayer by Kathleen Higham My eldest brother died so young A ravaged body, he was only eight I remember everything about him For he was my soul mate My younger brother was a dear He was blonde and fair and sweet This one was always beside me The boy, constantly under my feet A life that was all too short And his age was only four The last breath escaped so softly As death knocked at his door Then my father, a vibrant man A broken heart for sure Scarred by the loss of his sons When he died, no more to endure But mother was inconceivable I thought time was on her side On that morning, I found her I could not believe she died Stunned with shock, the youngest He took me to my knees Left the earth by his own hand God help me, help me please I have lost all of my family It should not be this way No fire burning in my heart On this beautiful Christmas Day Asking for this gift from You Lord, breathe on me today Fan the embers of my cold heart Dear Lord, to You I pray. |
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This poem may be use within Christian ministries for any non-profit purpose without requesting permission.