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An eternity it seems to be
since You sent me from Your side,
to live out the given span of time
in the child You did provide.

In early days I still could hear
Your voice, and see Your face,
this child all innocence and trust
the world still a tiny place.

Then later as tastes did grow
for earthly baubles and desire,
no longer seeing quite so clear
because of sin and mire.

Oh Father, how it pains me
when will this yearning cease,
I reach up with arms all pleading
oh give this soul release.

In hope I cling to memories
of the home where You abide,
and long to be, at long last
once again close by Your side.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 25, 1997