Oh my dear,
how I miss you so.
We are over three thousand miles apart,
and yet I hear your voice,
in every sound.
Oh how I wished that you could have joined me.
How I pleaded.
Unfortunately,
you were not allowed.
Next time you and our child,
can come on our mission trip.
Oh how I wish that you were here -
here in this small,
yet beautiful country -
here in this poor, starving, country,
where the name of God is rarely taught.
Please pray for me,
to not forget what I am of,
and know that I am writing to you,
From Haiti With Love.
HAITI WITH LOVE ~ BRIAN & ANGELA
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HAITI HOW WE CRY FOR
ALL your sorrows from Storms
I see the destruction from the Floods
The VOODOO cannot help you
I PRAY EACH DAY FOR YOU
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Please Pray for HAITI there are many
CHRISTIANS but VOODOO RULES ~ KO !
- Authors: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym), BRIANSODES
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- Finished: August 1st, 2018 01:30
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