Sunday, 4 September 2022

The day I knew he was real

Back then, I hated life
I hated the world 
Assuming no one cared I thought
The father is the perennial, which I need not fought.

My tears ran down
What on earth was going on?
I felt so weak.. now unbelievably I felt strong.

You punch
You want to truly hurt
The world is such a damaged place,
Yet prayer is the answer, which provides love and space.

I pray for love
The kindness which is an act,
May the word of the lord, become a humble fact.

Jason
4th September 2022

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