The messenger
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It hurt me so much to see you cry. Only if I could answer your "why". Your eyes told a story of grief. Your soul was in search of relief. You held your hands out- in hopes that someone would take you in. You said to yourself "where are thou friend"? I heard your moaning and I seen your sigh. So I took it upon myself, to ask The Lord not to pass you by. I asked him to wipe away your tears. And to give you all-there is to give. I prayed he'd run his fingers through your hair. Only to reveal there's someone who truly care. Strength-I asked him to give. I prayed for you a better life-so you may live. I knew he'd shower you with his mercy and grace. And you confirmed it my friend, by having a glorious smile on your face!
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