Life
Worry?
Stress?
Life?
Bound?
Finances?
Kids?
What can we do ?
Where do we go from here?
A new worry?
New Stress?
Same life...
God whispers to us...
Come my little children and bow to me.
Fall down to your knees.
I'll stir from your feet.
I'll feed what you need to eat.
Whipping your worries a way.
Giving you hope for a new day.
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