Our circle of family, connected as one
Our hands held together, not letting go,
holding tight to the finish of each race to be won
A ring tightly bonded to move with the flow.
If one in that circle seems to falter, can’t stand
When at times it seems, there are more downs than ups.
There is love on each side to give them a hand
The glass once half empty, overflows and erupts.
The oceans of life push the shore with such force
The tide rushes in, then recedes
Our little circle of hands keeps us steady on course
Not to be crushed by life’s needs.
There’s no way to explain the comfort one feels
When that circle strengthens up for just them
When the waves crash in but can’t break the seals,
Like the tide we move in, again and again.
The Lord sees our circle and smiles down from above
We are grounded together and in Him
Like frosting, He covered us each with His love
Our Family tree is secured, limb to limb.
With Love and Support, Your Family….