Quiet Calling

May 7, 2017 10:15 am EDT

I weep for you, my precious child,
To see you in such pain;
My angels play their songs for you,
To heal in sweet refrain.

With every newfound sorrow,
You pluck up from the way,
I loose a shining, drenching tear
Unto the rainy day.

I beg you hear my calling,
And not delay your stand;
Your place among me waits,
An heir to all the land.

And happy tears will fall,
Upon this blessed time,
As angels’ songs still play,
And welcome you, divine.

Type: Poetry

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