Mrs. Beverly

You're special to me.
Who am I referring to you may ask, it's you Mrs. Beverly.
You encourage me beyond yuor mental thoughts.
Although sometimes yuo yourself need it, but because your love is pure and genuine with partiality you have no part.

I may not say it enough or show it enough but you're special to me.
Who am I referring to you may ask, it's you Mrs. Bervely.
You walk with grace going about your daily task,
while leaveing a little sinshine behind your path.

You'll never know how many hearts of people you've touche by the smile you wear.
Fine stones, jewelry, silver and gold could never match up or compare.
You are annointed, full of wisdom, and an inspiration to me.
That's why I'm writing this poetic piece called Mrs. Beverly.

Trials and tribulations with your family and within yourself you've gone through.
When you felt like you were by yourself, all alone and nobody cared, remember that was the time you heard a small steel voice whispering "I'll never leave nor forsake you"; and when you looked back, there was only one set of footprints instead of two.

You're special to me.
Who am I referring to you may ask, it's you Mrs. Berverly.
Tears yuo cried, oh yes, no doubt many nights Mr. Larry had to hold you in the midnight hour.
But it was all in God's plan, for in each tear you shed you gained a little more strength and power.

You may ask, what is the reason for this poetic piece called Mrs . Beverly?
It's because when you thought no one was loking, paying attention, concerned about you and your well being, it was then God's spirit inspired me to write simply because he's well pleased.

So hold you head up, square your shoulders and know that God's all seeing, and all knowing and thinks more of you than you think of yourself.
And when it's time he's going to pick that beautiful flower called Mrs. Beverly and add you to his favorite collection and place you on the heavenly shelf.

You're special to me.
Who an I referring to you may ask, it's you Mrs. Beverly.
Si i give you your flowers while you yet live on this day.
You're worked in the vineyard and whatever is right God said he'll pay.

So last but not least, remember yuo are loved, admired and appreciated.
I thank God that he allowed you o come back home so we could meet, cause it was through you and Mr. Larry that allowed me to see what my calling is and why I was created.
So once again, you're special to me.
Who am i referring to you may ask, it's you Mrs. Beverly.