Tears

Tears short poem

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Within this day
my heart comes to cry.
Sins I can not deny,
My heart has become weak,
Your presence I seek.
Guidance I plead, make
me not weak.
Thy face I seek,
oh hear my prayer
and make me once more ,
Thy eagle to soar.
For in Thy I trust
washing away earthly lust.
Make me strong,
Guide me along ,
Hear my prayer ,
Oh Father so fair.

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BioBeula Kapp born as a artistic soul developed the love of poetry, art and music In her early teens.Her poetry is filled with passion, life, struggles, questions that relates to the everyday person. She enjoys not only writing poetry, short stories, flash fiction but reading it as well, thus she enjoys being part of online writing communities where she is able to contribute, read and communicate with other artists.
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