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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #953813
In dealing with pain
I wish I could save you
and you could start your life over.

I know you've regrets from the way
you treated people, even loved ones
in the most selfish of ways.

But sometimes in your heart
there is a spark of goodness.

You gave to the family material things
we could have lived without but that was
your way of showing love.

The hateful things you said
the two foster kids who had to leave
the way you treated them just because you
had material things to give.

Life is not about the possessions we have
it's what we leave behind and that God tells
us in His word is love.

I ministered to you today, the best that a loving
niece could do. I told you about heaven and how to get there.

I told you of our loved ones that are already there waiting. The rest is up to you. No one can be held accountable for your sins.

I love you unconditionally. I hope for you to go in peace but mostly I hope for you to be a lamb in God's arms.

--Diane Howard, Easter, 2005
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