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Rooted Friend

August 2, 2019 - Reflections
Rooted Friend

I wasn’t loved by many, but one,
He never looked back.
Loved by one, lied by many,
In the quest for eternal peace, he still made me rest in my time of stress,
When the wicked fall, he raises me up to his calling.
He lays his peace on me in the middle of the war of words,
So I am loved by him but hated by many,
In his eyes, he can see the pretense of others,
That is why his love is endless and true,
Pure and holy, and it is why I choose his love over the worlds,
Be grateful, for his coming is soon.

By Charles Attika | Instagram | Email| Website

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