Poetry for Napowrimow 30 in 30

24th poem for napowrimo

A prayer of Thanks


By Lisa Ann Noe





I thank you Lord for letting her live


I owe you every thing and this I shall give


You are my Master my King in this life


Because you let my mother survive.





Thank you old Lord I shall never give Thee thanks enough


For bringing her through an awful surgery and stuff


You make the world turn and spin all around


You lifted me to a higher ground.





She is my special light in this world


And you know I am her youngest child


I love her so greatly no one could know how much


And You are my Savior and I love you a bunch