𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕤 ℍ𝔼 ..

 

 
how the showery rain long to bless the dry parched Earth

how the silent morn long to be broked by the cockeral's Crow 

how the harvest Moon long to illuminate the gloomy Twilight .
how the morning Sun long to brighten the snoozey Dawn

how the sleepy worm longs to be breakfast'd by the early Bird

how the Father long to hear foot falls of long lost Sons

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how God long for the return of the prodigal Man,
so much; that the new contract was signed in blood;

that Man's re-entry permit  be re-validated..

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there i:

told U:

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