•••a pictoral/poetic tribute•••







OH..WHAT A LOVELY VIRTUE

TO BE BORN, AND YEARN TO GROW....

TO OPEN THOSE TINY EYES, AND ENVISION THE THINGS THAT YOU MUST KNOW....

MY LITTLE VINE, ALTHOUGH I WAS NOT THERE

THOSE EARLY DAYS YOU GREW

GOD HAD BETTER PLANS, AND HE'S A LONG WAY FROM BEING THROUGH....




WE MET IN YOUR TEEN YEARS

NOT A BETTER TIME I COULD SEE

AND ALTHOUGH, YOU WERE NOT CLINGING 'ROUND MY LEGS

YOU HAD WRAPPED AROUND THE VERY SOUL IN ME

I WATCHED AS YOUR TALENT UNFOLDED

HOW YOUR TEARS WASHED AWAY YOUR PAIN

LITTLE VINE, YOUR HEART KEEPS GROWING

BECAUSE YOU KEEP PRAISING JESUS' NAME




I'VE NEVER HAD A REAL-LIVE DAUGHTER,

ONE TO RUN AND HUG ME TIGHT

BUT, HEATHER, MY LITTLE VINE, CLING TO ME,

THIS POPPS THING FEELS ALL RIGHT!





[This poem was written by Kenny Mitchell ®2001 WebUplifterMinistries
for one of my favorite web-daughters, Heather Vineall]


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