She bows her head
Her eyes are shut
Her hands are cupped
Nothing is there
But Darkness
Then a light
There is a red face
But now it fades
A new face shows
It is the face of our dear Lord
He hears her cries for help
She feels something warm on her shoulder
It is God
Though no one sees him
She stills believes in him
He helps her in troubled times
And she praises him when times are good

by Kaitlyn Bell

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Comments (1)

This is beautiful and the flow is smooth. My only suggestion is that you should always capitalize the worc 'God'. Well done! Love, Amera ♥