As days rush with no time to spare
And my life draws to a near full square..
To the mighty Lord,I bow and pray
Pain,Sickness,come what may..
Pray to make me so worthy
That i fulfil,my every duty..
The highest duty being a mother
For the little being i live to nurture..
- Author: LADYHOLMES ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2021 06:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments1
Sure you're doing great, though a little divine help can only be a benefit.
Thanks Paul. Loved your comment.
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