For Christine

Cold and hungry, sleeping is hard.Your earthly shelter,just an old car.Little money for food,and few clothes to wear.Many a heartache,and burdens to bear.With the voice of an angel,you sing a sweet song.Through the darkest of nights,and days that are long.On your face is a smile,in your eyes I saw pain.Feelings of lonliness,heartache and strain.I can't be much help,but I'm glad that we met.I'll pray for you,just keep your heart set.For one day your burdens,they will be no more.When you go to rest,in the house of our Lord. 3/28/08