A Mother's Prayer How do we get to heaven? Do you know the way, Mama? She looks into my eyes with deep curiosity. I am silent. Do I float up to the sky— sit among the clouds? I am still. Will Jesus come to take my hand? I bow my head. I take my daughter's hand. I pray— Jesus, please take my children’s hand many, many years from now Walk them to the kingdom right where I’ll be waiting— arms open wide. —Amen
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A goosepimpling read, Julie! You've really made me think. 😊
Great job.