She holds on to her bible so tight
And presses it close to her heart,
She whispers her prayers to God
Every night while the sun departs.



Tomorrow will start the same way
As the morning sun begins to rise,
Prayers are sent to God in heaven
Tears fall like rain from pretty eyes.



If her heart could move a mountain
Then mine would forever be gone,
Each day she strengthens my soul
Words of faith like a beautiful song.



She will forever be a part of my soul
Something I felt from the very start,
God placed her there for this reason
To give hope with her beautiful heart…

~ For Karen ~


© Jeffrey Paul Guest
Oct. 27, 2006