Your humbleness generated my life
You nurtured me and provided for me
When I was defenseless you always kept me in view
Your love protects me but pain cuts like a knife
You know the path set before me is agony
Those who want good for me are few
When I stumbled and fell you rose me like a tree
Your boy's innocence will overcome all tyranny
Your love in others I promise to imbue
The lonely road I must walk but you do not agree
A path I will pave for others like a symphony
On my back the fears of man I do accrue
I'm destined for more my blessed mother
I take a step forward to face my destiny
Words will bleed from me a new red hue
To all I will show the way like a big brother
In silence you see me wounded by my enemy
Vindication for them I proclaim with a groan
A path of pain I have paved my blessed mother
Because of you I rose again to be a life giving tree
In your love I will forever peacefully stand firm
About the Creator
MP
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace4 days ago in Fiction
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