"Come my child!"
a mother urged
her voice was wild
then something surged--
existence braved.
"Come my child!"
She proudly cheered
her offspring smiled
until she veered
and trust was waived.
"Come my child."
Our Savior said
in a voice so mild
resistance fled
and she was saved.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
wow, rch---very beautiful <3
Being saved
With the path she paved
Nicely done
Under your sun
Thanks guys, it was quite a trial.
I enjoyed this
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