A message from a son in a far flung land:
Who isn't there to hold your hand;
One mightier then me-
Sends His blessing unto thee!
He sees our faults and knows our heart;
And all that we endure.
From His love do not depart for he has the cure.
Do not fear to leave this life:
There's much more to unfold;
If you put your trust in Him-
He will save your soul!
There's a place of rest he shows
One that he prepared...
All our pain and sorrow go
When in his promised land.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 27th, 2024 02:23
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Comments2
May the days always end in a safe and soft landing until the Return.
Good write 2.
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