I achieved the best of life today.
All life’s struggles just faded away.
The troubles and trials that were my due.
Just blended into a pastel hue.
There are good days and I’ve had my share.
Some reached even better I’d say if I dare.
But nothing compares to this day’s better than best.
As she sleeps and coos upon my chest.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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This is lovely but I want to hear so much more. Who is cooing on your chest a son, or perhaps a niece, or even some type of animal? I really enjoyed this but am yearning for a couple of more stanzas.
Such a sweet picture of what baby's can do for our hearts.
I would suggest reading poems out loud to check the cadence for the reader, but this was a good piece that I would have liked to see a little longer.
