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How long Father do I cry
For my children?
How long do my tears flow?
Can only a mother be acquainted
With this kind of grief?
My heart is rent asunder
With intense woe;
How long Father before
The eyes of their souls awaken
And their sight be restored?
The answer Father lies only with Thee.

Oh how many years I've prayed
On bowed knee for the deliverance
Of those born to me;
They turn their backs and walk away
As if I do not exist;
The cord has been broken from the webs
Of chicanery and debaucheries of life;
Like rivers that flow into the sea,
With its every turn and twist,
They are swept away into an ocean
Filled with deception and strife;
Father, bring them back to me
Before It's too late;
Bring them back to you.
You are the majestic I AM,
The keeper of the gate;
Set them free from the chains
That bind them;
Open their immovable barriers of hate;
You are our Divine Father,
The author of forgiveness and love;
Teach me to forgive, to love,
To patiently wait, to bend to your will.

Teach me to be still.

Matthew 10:34-36 (KJV) King James Version: Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not tosend peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter-in-law against mother-in-law. And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.

Janice Bumbalough Marler
September 10, 2018

By dolores39

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