To My Lovely Daughter

To My Lovely Daughter

On Valentines Day 

Did I tell you today that I love you?

Did I hug you and show that I care?

Do you know how special you  are dear;

And if you need me I will be there?

Every time I hear you singing your songs;

Every time I hear your voice praising.

My heart is touched and greatly blessed;

By a God, That is simply amazing.

Did you know that all my memories of you;

Bring  me to laughter or smiles or tears.

No one can affect me like you do;

Nothing can replace all these wonderful years.

These words are for you my lovely child;

Just please, know how dear you are to me..

 I so regret many things said in haste;

I pray my love will fill your memory.

I'm very proud of who you have become;

Such a lovely caring lady.

I thank God for you every day:

You are very precious to me.

 Sending My Hugs......

Have a wonderful Valentine's day;

I Love You!

Susan Y Nikitenko

February 11, 2012 ©

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There Is A Place

There Is A Place

There is a place that's wonderful;
Too wonderful to tell.
A place that is so glorious;
Where angels live and dwell.

Where happiness forever reigns;
No death forevermore.
Where Rubies, diamonds, precious stones;
Could decorate the floor.

There is no darkness in the sky;
No tears will fill the eye.
The songs will be sung joyfully;
No one will want to cry.

Amazing things will happen there;
Every single day.
No tongue will ever crush a soul[
Nor steal their life away.

No child will ever hunger there;
No pain will take control.
The crippled there will walk again;
Each broken heart made whole.

A golden street will lead the way;
To homes He has prepared.
Forever we will worship him;
Praise Him because He cares.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
The magnitude of what He did;
When He died for our sin.

His precious blood was shed for us;
His hands nailed to the cross.
His temples wounded with great thorns;
 His mother suffered loss .

His feet were pounded with the nail;
His mouth was torn and dry.
But yet with a heart of real love;
"Father forgive them!", was His cry.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully understand.
Like we've never understood before;
When we behold those hands.

We will love like we've never loved;
His joy will fill each word.
And when we look upon His face;
True worship will be heard.

In heaven we will see His scars;
And fully comprehend.
exactly what He did for us;
And what it did to Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko

February 9th, 2012