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@ Poetstry
2025-05-11 15:55:18
My little ones sleep sound,
Their future yet unseen.
I look where icons gleam,
On earth, He walked the ground.
The Son of Man, they learn,
Came down from heaven's height.
To fill the world with light,
For hearts that yearn.
I pray they know His way,
His gentle, loving truth.
Protect their tender youth,
Each single day.
He shared our daily bread,
Felt sorrow, joy, and pain.
Washed feet in sun and rain,
Where paths were led.
May they reflect His face,
In every simple deed.
A faithful, holy seed,
By His pure grace.
#Jesus #Faith