The last time you said a prayer,
The pain in your heart couldn't find the strength
To morph into a word
So all your quaking lips could mumble
Was _"dear father"_ and a Trinity of tear drops.
A wish fell off the tip of your tongue's cliff
Plummeting into God's ear.
This morning, his heart grew fonder
So he sent a dove to knock the door of your soul.
The bird was an answer
A sign
Sent to perch on the shoulders of your faith.
For his child calls him father
For his child shall not suffer
For his child shall not want
Good morning.
By: King Ofthe Quill
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