Mother Dearest,
This is a poem that I wrote from the Garden of Gethsemene yesterday. HOpe you enjoy!
When the blaring horns all around me sound,
I find myself sheltered in a most holy ground.
Where a sacred prayer was offered to up above,
A witness of an eternal love.
Somewhere near here, sometime long ago,
My Savior pled and bled and transcended far below,
Any sin of mine, or any mistake I've done.
So my soul would heal and leave my sins undone.
Somewhere near here, sometime long ago,
My Savior died, just to save my soul.
Mother I love you so much! Please remember that forever!
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