the sun is setting, will you lift them?
Let them call to Me
their souls are weary.
Let them call to Me
their minds are heavy, their heads hang down.
Let them to call to Me
their throats are seized with grief, they cannot speak
It isn't the voice I need, but their broken hearts.
The Sun is rising. Let them call to Me.
-hb mercy
(she took this photo for us)
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