Asking for prayer
Prayerfully,
I know you don't know me
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Before ever sleeping this heartless rock is motherly lap the homeless child trusts And in the world of variety wastage food the foodless destitute child thinks the world is place of Holy Fast! //// beautiful theme and great writing
Thank you for your comments and comment poem. I believe you would do well publishing this piece of insight and the unnurtured experience of a homeless or parentless child. Your additional words made me cry or weep... I wasn't sure. Heartbreaking and Real! Please pray. Gratitude. Thanks govigi wishes.
This is an astounding poem! Glad to discover this goldmine of yours!
Thank you...is in all truth, a real cry out in prayer for his Momma. Be blessed and Happy Thanksgiving to you.