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My Own Worth


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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