Saturday, 5 February 2022

Tired and woken

Tired and woken 
Broken and never forsaken,
God holding us closely
Feeling hope everso mostly.

My eyes are tired
Time not always on our side,
I believe in my God so much 
From there I shall always feel his touch.

I love to love
And be loved back,
Some fall into this pattern with no worry 
Pray with hope; this is the eternal love story.

Be held touched and loved
Be humbled, aspiring and never shoved.
There is a prayer with your name
Believe is ultimately, he shall never make you feel ashamed.

Jason
5th February 2022

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