This is a poem for all the women out there struggling. Sending Much Love.
SHE WEEPS, SHE PRAYS.
Hear her prayer O Lord
Her heart is stricken within her
Hear her cry O Lord
She has mingled her drink with tears
Hear her groans O Lord
She lies awake grieving.
Let it be said that You heard
Let it be written that You answered
Let it be known that You showed mercy.
Her time for favour has come
It's time for her morning to dawn.
'its time for her morning to dawn' indeed, indeed.
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