Trials and tribulations come with this fate.
I hold out for hope and face the struggles
You have held me long enough Father, yes, my tears are running down into a puddle.
I love you
Haven’t I said that before?
Constant repeating words, my mind at currently a blur.
But at least I have poetry
That creative art God has passed my way,
Today I may be a little teary, but I know the Father shall always stay.
Jason
18th January 2023
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