Sunday, 29 May 2022

Relief

I was tired 
Fighting and losing a fight not for me to win,
The father in heaven is the perennial son who has brought this fight to win.

If you are hungry, then pray
He has the answers; his win shall lead you there
And the humbleness of hope shall bring you to care.

I love you father 
You took me to a place I couldn’t see,
But I believe in you enormously, a place I rather be.

The day arrived, I allowed a brother to pray
He showed me where the father was going 
Await as my time was coming, as well as growing.

Jason
29th May 2022

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