SISTER LOVE

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    SISTER LOVE

    Yonder I admire the baby dove
    It reminds me of my sister's love
    Oh yes sweet sister love
    It fits like a warm fuzzy glove
    What is this I speak of
    This thing soft and gentle
    This thing that can inspire anger
    Without a trace of danger
    Then turn around and give love
    That feels like a hug from the Lord above
    Oh it's sweet sister love
    If this you've not had
    Listen for a tad
    Ever felt you were on a ship
    In the middle of a raging storm
    And the waves kept hitting harder and harder
    Sister love is the hand that calmed the water
    When you are down
    And life seems like one big frown
    You know those times when you feel
    It's just you and the gracious Lord
    Then you turn around and in her hands
    Rest the most beautiful card
    MMM that's sweet sister love
    At times you put each other in a bind
    Like when after the daily grind
    Calling her on the phone
    When she wishes to be alone
    But in your selfishness you talk on and on
    Until her sigh whispers please be gone
    That too is sister love
    For you know in a few
    She'll get her due
    And do the same right back to you
    Sweet sister love
    It's the loving and caring
    Understanding and sharing
    Laughing until you're crying
    Embarrassment 'til you feel like dying
    It's believing receiving and daring
    And forgive me Lord sometimes swearing
    Ooh yes it brings out the best
    Sometimes Lord even the worst
    And although sometimes it puts love to the test
    I must lovingly confess
    Without it I'd soon run out of clout
    And myself began to doubt
    Ooh yes that’s sweet sister love
    It's my comfortable leather glove
    It keeps me anchored to the ground
    So I won't walk into the sea and drown
    Ahh it's that Sweet Sister Love

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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