In perplexed society,
forked roads without streetlights, and
weavers without threaded needles.
“Leaning on hearts like yours.”
Minds twisted in knots of fury,
men chasing worldly dreams, strumming
melancholy melodies.
“Leaning on hearts like yours. “
Where souls swim in seas of sorrow,
disheartening as broken toys
or little boys without fathers.
“Leaning on hearts like yours.”
Potters without their molding clay,
seeking visions to breathe in light
you bestow them hopes of heaven.
“Leaning on hearts like yours.”
Through trials of your own, you live,
guiding us with love and laughter
with faith so strong, through penman’s song.
“Leaning on hearts like yours.”






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