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There was a lone child Who wakes up even before the sun does Who writes something in her room Then inflates a red balloon Only to find out That a prayer, she has written down Will tie it to the balloon Then set it free to the sky dome It was her morning routine Thinking the angels above Will easily hear and see her prayers Because she always pray and gets nothing It was her morning routine Thinking that the earlier she prays The earlier she'll be answered Because she always wait, wait and wait It was her daily routine She never gets tired of it She will always knot a prayer to a balloon Until someday, that someone might finally hear her
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Morning Routine
There was a lone child Who wakes up even before the sun does Who writes something in her room Then inflates a red balloon Only to find out That a prayer, she has written down Will tie it to the balloon Then set it free to the sky dome It was her morning routine Thinking the angels above Will easily hear and see her prayers Because she always pray and gets nothing It was her morning routine Thinking that the earlier she prays The earlier she'll be answered Because she always wait, wait and wait It was her daily routine She never gets tired of it She will always knot a prayer to a balloon Until someday, that someone might finally hear her
First draft. Written out of randomness. Never get tired of praying. He knows what and when he will give what we asked for. Perfect timing and of course if we deserve it, he will give it
#prayer#faith#morning
fallen-one
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
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