They prayed for a beauty, and they planted a seed,
They expected no less, but did not water and feed.
Simply kneel in the garden, provide time and care
But they kneeled by the bed…prayed in despair.
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I stand tall now, my branches so strong Where the birds rest, and sing their songs. When restless souls are tired in fight My branches come down and hold them tight. god has released me. rely on God. very fine advice you are giving to all the readers. a poem of faith. thank you dear poetess.. tony
Wonderfully said, I would love to take shelter under your branch; shelter giver. Good job with this work.
I've seen storms, I've endured heavy rains. A brilliant poem! Keep writing++++10
After reading this feel like to lean on you