Amen to our father, beautified…but not amid.
The word is light
And the poetry comes from the word,
Loving my brothers and sisters so much, there is nothing I crave more than being heard.
We do struggle, going forward and march
I may flounder and do not patch.
Yet when I pray and say the words “amen”
There is a love from the the ultimate high
Do not worry, nor you need to cry.
My love is there
Despite the struggle,
I strain with trust
But through the Father, there is a level of a must.
Jason
2nd December 2022
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