Today,
is His day,
named for Him,
A day of remembrance
for his Father’s gift,
not wrapped up
in pretty paper and string,
I will stop for a moment
to remember Him.
Poems by Annie Elliott
Today,
is His day,
named for Him,
A day of remembrance
for his Father’s gift,
not wrapped up
in pretty paper and string,
I will stop for a moment
to remember Him.