There's something about this great big porch
we've returned to it for many years
and it's become familiar
and maybe that's why
sentimentality takes over in waves
And again this morning...
and all that
and will be
are resonating in me all at once..
I'm full with what only a mama knows...
the days are fleeting quickly...
and I'm holding fast
I'm breathing deep in today...
holding off tomorrow...
"Praise be to the LORD,
for He has heard my cry for mercy.
The LORD is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in Him,
and He helps me..."