My Mother is like an angel to me. She goes to church everyday and prays for so many including me. She has been there for me when no one else was around. She doesn't have a computer so she asked my sister to forward this poem to me. It is but the sweetest gift to feel her love in the most darkest of times. I am grateful for every second that my Mom is still around. I wanted to share this poem with anyone who may want to read it. A gift sent from my Mother Josefina:
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve.
I was made weak, that I might learn to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things.
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for – but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
Anonymous from a Dear Abby or Dear Ann column!
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