My Sister  

She doesn't expect me to be anyone but me,
She knows I'm not perfect but beyond that she sees.
She gives me a shoulder on which to cry,
When the world has gone wrong and I want to die.



She doesn't judge or expect anymore,
Than a loving heart and an open door,
She's been hurt many times in life,
Her heart's been pierced and cut with a knife.

Yet love grows deep within her heart,
And forgiveness for those who are not so smart.
Kind and good and strong and brave,
Her life, her love she always gave.


So when my days here must come to an end,
And I'm aching inside for the touch of a friend,
I know I can look until my eyes blister,
And at the end of my search I'll find my sister.

~ by Sandy Oidtman ~

What can I say about Sharon, my sister? She has had a very difficult life and yet is always there to share the love of God with anyone needing a boost. Sharon is a very special human being and I am so glad that the Lord gave her to me as a sister.

My sister, Sharon, 2002