Thank you for all you do for me
Your yoke is easy once set free
Can a dillywacker bring you glory
Was that part of your plan - in the story
Your glory rises with the son
The one who is and will become
So hear I sit here at your feet
A dillywackers dream
All works are complete
Did I praise you
From the start
Search my
Heart x
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Fainted now in me sheltered life! lol.
Should I call for the nurse?
Yes lol. Is it an Australian expression? Not heard it in the UK.
Dillywhacker as I know it has a strange fit here. Must have a meaning I don't know. A good read
Well, Valiantstar...I wasn't expecting devotional dillywackery today, yet here we are. 😂 Strange vocabulary aside, there's something genuinely earnest underneath it all. Great job on this! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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