1. A Giving Hand
A giving hand
Was always hers
Pure heart, made of diamond
Shining amour
An angel of bond.
God loves her more
For heaven owns her warmth
And paradise is blessed for
She has chosen the path
In the shadow of goddess
She choose to depart
Even before we could start
To pay her labour
Should we pay?
Would never be enough
For God, it’s far too great
That we can never reach
And that is the reason
God has chosen to pay you.
A giving hand
A shining amour
A gift from above
A blessing of a lifetime.
30th November 2005