(A Word For Uncle Charlie)
Oh, the Love that never sleeps,
But deep within Its bosom keeps,
Mysteries of ancient chorus,
Angels sang as His thoughts bore us,
Into tale of His Life Glorious!
Often marvel, oh my soul,
That as each tiny life unfolds,
One hour passed within the hold,
Of His affection sweetly told,
Gives aid in death and worth to whole!
Copyright March 2022. L. L. Shelton.