Heartache of Mother
I am sad , crying every day . My first born died second alive but ill.
She is 25 now, and i am tired of crying , tired of thinking where i went wrong , what if .
I am not tired of praying , begging God to forgive whatever caused this all ,begging Father to heal her to free her ...
Listening to prophets every day holding to every word of hope ,encouragement . am not strong but those words are strong so they holding me so i wont faint.
Oh Mother who are weak hold on to the Word Of God, hold on to promises of better life and end of death . the end
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