“I Pray the Lord My Soul to Take”


Endlessly streaming tearsflow from her angelic soul.She reminisces about the pastand how death took its toll. Patiently awaiting strengthfrom God’s almighty hand.She misses her baby boythat died from Holy command. His soul, God took itand, his soul, God kept it.On the other hand, however,her soul did not accept it. 


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