Christina Tina Mihelich

Dear Lord, Cradle our Sister in the folds of your cloak Permit her to touch the hem of your garment Allow her to triumph over disaster Keep her in the palm of your hands As she reaches your Kingdom dear Lord Give her a righteous seat at your table Could a room be ready for her as was prepared? May all who are there waiting, greet her arrival Allow her to whisper a prayer in your ear Present you with her curl of golden locks Gently remove all earthly wants and needs Only to love and adore...