Three precious gems from your heart to mine, lives forever intertwined.
God planted three seeds in your womb they did grow, of our aching hearts you did not know.
Transplanted they were by God’s loving hand, his plan for our lives we did not understand.
These three lovely gems in our garden will grow, lovingly, tenderly, God’s seed we will sow.
Someday we will meet, when the harvest comes in, and share in the fruit of our loving hands.
Merciful your heart, tender your hands, a loving mother they will understand.
Your heart it will ache, and at times it my break. Give it to our Lord…. He will mend it and patch it and fill it with love. He will bless you with good gifts from Heaven above
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