Dispirited of life's battle,
tears descent.
Tribulation, trials
war never ending.
Bent knees in intercession,
eyes grow old with cares.
Wounded warrior
never retreating, enemies glare.
If time allows,
take her sworded hand.
Childlike faith, she
seeks Your sheltering arms.
Morning joy comes,
finding trust upon
Daddy's face.


Congrats on the Gold, Baby!!!












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