grās
By
Jessica Singleton
Another time and a memory that has time
travel through age.
My mind is an old soul.
Not as young as my body
It's from all
the wear and hands of time.
But the reminder of your grace
and your kindness is a dimly lite room.
So inviting from the winter painting hanging on the wall.
I keep that pain locked away.
And I close my curtains to the sight.
Thank you Lord for giving me the control
to over come my own emotions
And to get through this .
to over come my own emotions
And to get through this .
You are my only strength. חֶסֶד
חֶסֶדחֶסֶד
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