Psalms 32:7~ Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Older sisters, best friends! Why do we have to grow up?

I remember years ago,
we were so little then.
Sometimes,
I can't help but wish,
that we were small again.
I've cried when you've faced heartaches,
and saw, that as you grew,
nothing broke your Spirit,
instead it strengthened you.
I'm filled with mixed emotions,
as I hold back all the tears
and, with much pride remember,
back so many years.
~ By Charissa.

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