Waking up in distress,
Hating those who suppress,
Loving those who address…. the Beauty of Faith.
My Lord, It has been ages since I have seen a smile on those lonely, innocent souls.
They stand by an old, rusty tree,
seeking comfort In the hopes of soon being free.
They smile for a while…. and soon they get off that rusty tree and run for another mile.
They run for another mile, another mile, and then another…..
Chasing after something that can be attained…but can’t be explained.
They run…run…run but not for fun, simply to soak in that sun.
They run to soak in that sun, to feel some sort of elation in spite of the shadows that surround them… taunting them… haunting them.
As they get closer to the source of their attraction….the source of their satisfaction
They burst into tears of serenity and with this feeling, they regain their clarity.
Together all the souls find what they were looking for, they find what they TRULY needed…. they find what they GENUINELY wanted……..it is here they say, “O, what a Beauty of Faith”.
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