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Little one, My precious one, What now have you gone and wrought? What is the fruit of the toils, Of all the trouble you've sought? Little one, My dearest one, You've gone and ran so far, Won't you stop running and come here? Come rest here in my arms.
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
Little One
Little one, My precious one, What now have you gone and wrought? What is the fruit of the toils, Of all the trouble you've sought? Little one, My dearest one, You've gone and ran so far, Won't you stop running and come here? Come rest here in my arms.
What I imagine God says when I act proud and petulant.
#god#rest
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hallie_richardson
19/F/Texas
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
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