The night you wiped all my tears aeay
with the hand that were once nalled down one a cross
I realized, your love…
Love that endured being despised and rejected,
love that overcome death,
love that tells “You are my precious child.”
For now I feel your breath in all places,
though it is not seen, thouth it is not felt,
I will always be deeply
loving you…
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