MY GIFT

Holding me close to your bosom You brought me into the light Turning the glass and showing the prism A constant force saying it will be alright. I'm moving on cause you set me free Overlooking the past offences And to everything I agree Carefully bringing me back to my senses. I see the things you have accomplished Forgiving offenses of others willingly Holding fast to your faith as promised And to love others unconditionally. Bringing everything from chaos to order You shape my perception and views If I were to select a mother You would always be the one I'd choose!