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Your First Best Friend by Kathleen Higham Wondering where life began Why does it sorrowfully end? The true God has defined this When He brought to us a friend. Her body became a sanctuary Where life emerges and grows Two cells joined so perfectly This creation only God knows. Science has not distorted the facts It has studied for hundreds of years And the sanctuary, it never changes The beginning, an end, then tears. Experiencing this incredible event When into the world life will explode The knowledge smothered in wonder Forever the story has been told. Your best friend is God of course But then He created another In your heart she will always be A keeper, a protector, a mother. First she carried you in her womb Singing softly a sweet lullaby Then on her breast you lay Her lips kissed your first sigh. She teaches you of love and faith Reflects God in the mirror For only He could love us more We feel Him when she's near. Sometimes mothers leave us, but If you stand before that mirror Her face will look back to you With love that quells all fear. Wondering where life began Knowing someday it will end But a mother waits with honor Your mother, your first best friend… |
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