I think and pray for those
Dashed upon hard rocks,
Caught on sharp hooks,
With the devil's fingers
In their brain,
Or hanging on the edge
Of despair.
Here in the shadows
I whisper a prayer,
For I have love's fingers
About my heart
and kindly people
Hold my hand.
Being blessed
I offer a blessing
And if I could
Text you my love.
JL April 12 11:52
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