Quiet contemplation centers in later years,
filling our souls with love and prayer.
Noticing God in abiding faces, as I look
into eyes of children, seeing their hopes
and dreams drowning inside their needs of
life.
Holding onto faith, praying for peace to
touch their minds, and God to deliver them
from the devil's embrace.
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