ReflectionA Poem by Beatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)Age old question....Why am I here?Sometimes I sit and ponder Lord
"Why have you put me here?" What great gifts do I have to offer" None come to mind I fear I was never a brilliant Scientist Laboring to discover a cure Nor am I a gifted Poet Producing great literature I'm not a learned Physician With the power to save lives Nor a Soldier in battle Striving to survive What was your Master Plan When you chose to give me life? Am I destined to live it forever A victim of pain and strife? When will my burdens be lifted? Will I ever be free? Lord, help me to understand Why you have chosen me Copyright2003 Beatrice Boyle
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2 Reviews Added on February 26, 2009 AuthorBeatrice Boyle (Grandma Bea)Woodcliff Lake, NJAboutHi from Grandma Bea. I am 81 yrs. young and have been writing for the last 25 years or so. My whole world consists of classical music, Opera ( I was a classicaly trained Soprano, singing Opera, Broa.. more..Writing
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