Bonds in Your Care

My sorrow, my sorrow

Oh my God, why

It seems more often

These veils of illusion

Come to wreck our ties

And why Dear Lord

As much effort that I give

Trickery, deceit, confusion play to strive

For the one who should’ve known better

Allowed the doubt to thrive

So now I ask you Lord, punctured and bruised

and this time with shout

May Your Mighty Power and Truth burn upon this matter and throughout

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Leticia Ochoa Adams

Just trying to figure out this thing called life


Over 50...asking, seeking, knocking

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