I love you girl, & I am pretty sure
that all the good that's come into our lives
is only part of what he's planned, and more
is on the way. For God himself's our prize.
The pain that's coming to your legs and arms
is awful girl. Look up to your own Dad
and tell him all about the strains and harms.
God, hearing her we tell you things are bad.
Please help this woman, on the inside to
know what to ask for and to speak the truth,
creatively, as you made her to do,
and humbly, patiently, as a child who
thinks that her Dad does love her, & will trust
him in the suffering that they share both
to do what can be done, as love will, must,
continue, and then grows as does their trōth.
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