the Tale of Miss Blessed Faith poem

I stood alone reaching for you 

out in the elements, covered in dew 

keeping company with Mercy and Grace

trying real hard with a smile on my face 

"no" loomed and lurked but i shook it off 

"nay" whispered loudly as i'd reach and scoff 

i'd smile everyday in great expectation 

of the touch that could bring the grand elevation 

a touch i feel that fills my soul 

a tingle so deep there is no more hold 

to what was or what is or whatever will be 

to be in this moment is to truly be free 

i'm released and i knew that this day would surely come 

this journey of determination is well worth the sum!

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A most beautiful witness to faith!


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