Hope

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Wings of faith

sculpturing the path

through dust and dews,

knocking the doors of heaven.

In heavy shelved souls

nothing remains but

the fouls of reckon’.

The psalm of prayers

and rue of eyes

begging for mercy

while looking through the sky.

My wings of faith

again, truimph in his empire

as his mercy escapes none;

showering blessings to every hearts,

kind and soft.

And in the blink of an eye

I find myself satisfied and aloft.

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