Religious Poem

My son died of suicide Oct. 3, 2010. My pastors and my friends stood by with words of love and hope I couldn't even hear at the time, but gently, softly, God is bringing the spring as snowflake memories of my son melt in my eyes.

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With Gratitude

© more by Kris Barry

Published: February 2011

I have a special friend
A friend you are indeed
Who leads me to the Lord
With just a planted seed.

It comes in darkest winter
When iciness abounds
Planted in my heart
For God to stir around.

He mixes it with love
And covers it with grace
To help me rise another day
To see my Savior's face.

The spring it comes first gently
And then it picks up speed
To show me that my Savior lives
And of my greatest need.

Now let me love another
With that sweet gentle care
As Jesus speaks His strongest then
While we are unaware.


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