by: David Wayne Clare
a poem for children who are ill or crippled... dedicated to Geraldine K. Clare
Pretend you are happy, now you're halfway there
Smiling will make you healthy, knowing that your home is near and dear
God watches over when there's no one else around
He sees and always hears your prayer as your happy heartbeat sounds
Brings you up when you are down
We must all count our blessings
Throughout each and every year
No matter how hard things seem
Someone else wishes he or she were with you there...
(C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
by: David Wayne Clare
a poem for children who are ill or crippled... dedicated to Geraldine K. Clare
Pretend you are happy, now you're halfway there
Smiling will make you healthy, knowing that your home is near and dear
God watches over when there's no one else around
He sees and always hears your prayer as your happy heartbeat sounds
Brings you up when you are down
We must all count our blessings
Throughout each and every year
No matter how hard things seem
Someone else wishes he or she were with you there...
(C) in perpetuity all rights reserved by the author
(P) FilmNoirWorks
God bless Earth's children all...
