Without a heart for any Being,
but love, my eyes are only seeing.
Without a faith to call my own,
but having faith in faith alone.
In thought, I think of hands that raise,
in faith that I shall come to praise.
With innocence to know above all doubt,
this faith of angel's dreams I know about.
Without pressure or anger rise,
my faith appears before my eyes.
And with a love, above all odds,
I call to God.
-LJ
7 May 2016
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