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        FOR OUR NATALIE
You are more precious than any rubies or gold
To Father in heaven who needs you in His fold,
He sees a daughter who’s suffered hard and long,
Come, dearest child, back to where you belong.

We, your parents love you, there for you each day,
Come back to the fold, find joy along life’s way.
Fight and win the battle, remember what is true,
Have the Master with you all your life through.

Let His love heal those wounds deep down inside,
You are a daughter of God, His love He cannot hide,
Don’t push it away, it’s Satan who says He doesn’t care,
Listen to those who love you, He is waiting everywhere.

We love you dear Natalie, want you to heal and be whole,
Let us help you seek and find your wavering precious soul,
Many paths are before you, read this and choose the right,
Change your life for the better, live with truth and light.

Hands of love stretch out to you deeply wounded child,
Just remember the suffering of our Master meek and mild,
His heart aches for you, He understands your great pain,
Come our dear Natalie, learn to love and truly live again.

This poem is written in love with tears of understanding,
Written for a precious child who was lost and wandering,
Come Natalie, stretch forth a trembling hand to us who call
To you, for a parents love along with God can overcome all.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 1 March 2004