Apples of Gold

How much I desire
When this story's told
To use words fitly spoken
Like apples of gold
How much I desire
To aptly express
My thanks for all
Of your thoughtfulness
For no means of measure
No ruler or gauge
Could hold all the grace
That's on every page
Your giving has kept me
Afloat on the sea
As through you our God
Has provided for me

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales