When a heart born of yours
is in pain…
pain unready
to be spilt
you feel it in the nuance
of voice…
a timbre from youth
known as each line on your face
and the blackness of night…
leaving you blinded
with unknowing
and helpless to discern
the illusive foe
of which to fight.
Surrender to our Father
this heart you hold so dear,
stand back,
watch His mercy
make all decisions clear.
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