lost and then found

this is to you.
For all you do.
And never fear.
You are the little ones.
My dear softly will I speak.
To the distress of all the bleak.
This is you.
For all you do.
And raise in praise.
The little ones prayers.
This is to you.
They can not hurt you after death.
If you believe.
even if you wear your heart on the sleeve.
you are the chosen ones.
raise up your hands and heads in praise as he takes us back home.
This is you.
For all you do.
please thank them for me father.
The little ones are finally free.
As I pray this night.
Let the congregations see.
I'm not trying for a long prayer.
Don't want it to last a thousand years.
But your My God and its your word and I will follow.
Unto the majesty of Jesus the children will be free.
this is to you.
you are all my friends.
And I love so don't break my heart to many times.
Just understand I'm for the Lord.
And if he brings me there before ill be waiting.
For those that wait upon the lord.
Hold the little ones away from darkness.
And they deserve the feelings of remorse.
But the angry never see the door.
hope to see you there.
And don't give me that glare.
to all that you do we are little ones but older too.


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You Are The Little Ones

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