How do I measure burdens I carry,
There’s no penny or pound equivalent?
For cares, or stress, sorrow, woes or worry,
Numbers can’t quantify or represent.
So how do I weigh your gentle, kind ways
Of providing relief from these concerns?
How do I appraise the care you display
When with daily troubles to you I turn?
What could possibly be compensation
That's fair recompense for your nurturing?
After selfless, loving ministration
What's a just price for gracious doctoring?
I don't know; so it humbles me to think
That out of love you save me from the brink.
That out of love you save me from the brink.
February 2016
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