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robert lackney, chaplain
Reflection: A Mother’s Love
This family or’ time has felt the cold of winter’s sting
To this sacred garden we come with opened hearts
Melted by a mother’s love, becoming the flowers of the spring.
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Do not our mothers bring to us the seed of life?
Embraced by hope, love dos’ know.
Speak to mother’s love, in our daily words and see
The flowers planted within our hearts will grow.
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These many years we have hoped and prayed on this Kentucky land
All of us who have died in love and pain with these flowers we now sing.
With our children we stand and know
Easter Life follows the promise that is the spring.
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Happy times come to those who dare.
Come! Heed the words of Wonder and Beauty
Speak with courage, speak with love, and speak with gentle care.
Let our hearts opened to all who hear.
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With heads bowed guided by the silent love
We surely become these dazzling flowers so bright.
Creating, transforming a mother’s love.
Seeking always her Life and her Light.
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robert r. lackney, chaplain


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