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We sorted through the poems and listed what we felt were the better ones here.

Mother's Hands
This is truly a tribute to my Mother, who raised ten children. Her name is Grace and she is a shining example of Grace everyday.
by
Janet Martin

Unbornplaced in poetry contest
I was asked to write the thoughts of an unborn fetus whose mother is thinking of aborting. Again not a poem I wish to write, but as a Christian, I must speak for the "Unborn.
by
Kathleen Higham

Never Enough Hugs
I met a medical microbiologist turned wood carver. She worked in Dana Farber Cancer Institute. As she signed a carving for me she said, "When you work in a cancer ward there is never enough hugs." Her gift and her heart are carved from God.
by
Kathleen Higham

Innocence
A counselor asked me to write a poem about abuse of children. It was not something I would choose or even want to write about. I thought no to this request, but God thought yes.
by
Kathleen Higham

Tears
My friend sent me 4 beautiful verses from Oswald Chambers. She asked me if I have seen Jesus and could I write about it. The verses were so exquisite, I found it hard to expound on them, but God gave me a poem, as always.
by
Kathleen Higham

Broken
Our Pastor's son had an excruciating leg lengthening surgery. After the surgeon breaks the leg bones, growth occurs. This young man told his Dad, "Pain is a gift." There is hope, as we are all so broken, but growth grows in broken places.
by
Kathleen Higham

Final Walk
Exhausted I can hardly crawl and then I drop it as I fall.My shoulder hurts - the pain intense.Everyone stares in awed suspense.
by
louis gander

The Reprised
In Sonnet form this poem relays the plan the evil one had and the power of the King.
by
Lynne Howk

Symphony of Praise
My friend asked me what I hear when I ride my bike. She asked me if I heard God's Symphony. The next day I rode my bike. I listened, and this is what I heard...
by
Kathleen Higham

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