Never always the case,
The Father in heaven keeps moving
The spirit never frequents to humbling soothing.
I received a prayer
A place we all need to forgo,
A time, a place... and a holding of hope
Their is a protector so openly there for you
Through a place that does not need any further clue.
You love...
You find peace
There is a place we all belong once that times solely arrives,
The Father in heaven is there from which you should strive.
A friend prayed for me... a true lily blessed soul
This poem is for him, as well as for you...
When I put my hands together
I know the peace to reach the almighty of high
The day belongs to the Father;
from there I no longer need to sigh.
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