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My Own Worth
by
Alice C. Bateman
Snow like
ripe cotton on hedges
Only want to stay here where it's warm
Indulge in my memories of wintertimes past
Stay safely tucked in from the storm
The days when the snow lay like frosting on cake
The cakes were the fields of my youth
The days when my life was as easy as pie
And you, Mom and Dad, held the truth
The days before wandering, wondering, seeking
My place on this crowded old Earth
The days before questioning, hurting and weeping
When I already knew my own worth
You, Mom and Dad, you have helped bouy me up
At times when the sorrows near took me
When we crashed into war on Dad's birthday that
year
You anchored, each time events shook me
Now you've been together for sixty long years
Amazing, in this time and place
But you've held us together with God's love and
yours
You've inspired us all with your Grace
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