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@ Poetstry
2025-05-13 04:55:10
The Book rests open, worn and deep,
The ancient #words the fathers keep.
I trace the lines with calloused hand,
Guiding this little family band.
Your light within these pages bright,
Dispels the shadows of the night.
I see my children's questioning gaze,
And find the Truth for all their days.
In joy we turn, in silent pain,
To hear Your voice like gentle rain.
You stand among us, Lord, though unseen,
Our steady rock, our evergreen.
This #prayer I offer, simple, true,
That they may always cling to You.
And build their lives upon the ground,
Where living water can be found.