Psonnets of Friendship
My Precious Child

My precious child, for whom my voice has wept;
for whom the angels weeping unawares
attend the supplications of my prayers;
for whom my plaintive cry has never slept;
for whom unceasing vigils saints have kept,
I pray our Father draws you from your cares
into the upper chambers where He shares
the only Bread and Wine you could accept,
abundance saints have sown and watered where
no man expected harvesting of sheaves
or gathering of grapes. But He was there,
and He is here for you, my heart believes
and hopes against all hope, because in prayer
my spirit intercedes for you and grieves!
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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