It’s
nearly Sunday,
An
apt time to pray
For
a better tomorrow
Devoid
of bitter-sorrow,
Our
Lord is the Light
To
lovingly put up a fight
To
free you from gripe
With
how he did like.
He
saw the brighter-side
And
taught to not hide
But
abide by the tide
Of
opening eyes wide
To
channel their thoughts
Charitably
with nice ought’s.
©
Andrew Stevenson 05/05/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. God bless.
Thank you for these lovely words, you seem to put life into perspective.
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Thank you Yvonne, for your most welcoming comment, which is greatly appreciated. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteYour faith shines through!
ReplyDeleteThank you Louise. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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