10 Apples of Love
In Grandma’s bowl, the apples gleam,
A harvest kissed by Heaven’s dream.
Ten gifts of grace, each one a part;
Of how God loves the seeking heart.
**One**—Forgiveness, sweet and wide,
Like apple pie on the countryside.
No sin too deep, no shame too strong—
His mercy sings a healing song.
**Two**—The prayers of Grandpapa’s hands,
Planted deep in faithful lands.
His quiet strength, her gentle cheer,
God’s love made visible and near.
**Three**—Homemade peace in quilted grace,
A warm embrace, a sacred place.
Where hallelujahs softly rise,
Like cinnamon in lullabies.
**Four**—Harvest harmony, divine,
Each moment timed, each branch aligned.
The orchard hums with holy sound,
Where blessings fall and joy is found.
**Five**—A Hallelujah in the air,
A song of hope, a whispered prayer.
Even in storms, His love remains—
A melody through joy and pain.
**Six**—Orchestrated feeling flows,
Through every tear the Father knows.
He writes our hearts in sacred tune,
From morning light to silver moon.
**Seven**—Faith-filled praising, bold and true,
In every leaf and sky of blue.
We lift our hearts, we pray, we sing—
Our souls rejoice in Christ the King.
**Eight**—Written inspired, His Word,
The sweetest truth we’ve ever heard.
It guides, it guards, it lights the way—
A lamp of love for every day.
**Nine**—Moments cherished, never small,
Each breath, each laugh, He holds them all.
In apple-scented memory,
We find His love eternally.
**Ten**—The final apple, pure and bright,
A crown of grace, eternal light.
It whispers, “Child, you are adored—
Forever safe in Christ the Lord.”
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So pass the basket, share the pie,
Let hallelujahs fill the sky.
Ten apples, ten reminders sweet;
Of God's great love, for you and me.
Susan Barker Nikitenko 2025© Song Poem AnnaBroPbKbBenJBNmrmpmgn878787
