A Blessing Reserved
What kind of blessing you hold for me that requires so many tears shed upon a pillow so inviting too me. She find it within the midst of her day, she was stolen somehow by pain, a chapter to chaos, ending in peace let's move on. What kind of a blessing you bestow upon me, that requires so many tears? As if she needed pain, as IT needed her? No she needed IT too push her ALL the ways through. What? What kind of blessing you have for me that is so certain, it's angers the beast? Was I chosen Lord too bear painful fruit, but fruit ripped and picked to be blessed. So she shed tears, most time overflow but she remains kept, protected, cared for, loved, ALWAYS in the spirit. ??
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