My Father by Ann Wood
My dad, my hands are cravingThey embrace you
My heart is burning with hope,
I see your face
You brought me closer to You
With the truth to worship
Your presence
To be with me forever.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-05-02 at 14:15
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