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Jan 2015
Come, oh child of mine;
To Papa oh please come!
Cry on my shoulder,
No one is watching,
No one is judging;
I am here ready to listen,
Ready to hear;
My arms are strong with love
So let go of what you hold,
Leave it here with me,
I will make sure
You wouldn't have to
Hold it again;
I love you, my child,
So don't be scared to come,
I am here for you;
Tell Me your ***** little secrets,
No one else will know;
I will keep them hidden,
Locked so they may never
See the light of day;
I love to hear you
Calling my name
For when you do
I am right there with you.
Said Father.
A psalm to the Author of human
emotions.
Wesley Beach
Written by
Wesley Beach  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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