Theirs tears are wiped by your words
Your prayer, the prey to their sadness
Hope is the response to your call
These radio waves push them to greener shores
Yet, I pray for you
That the thousandth, millionth time
Still has that first time glow
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
Theirs tears are wiped by your words
Your prayer, the prey to their sadness
Hope is the response to your call
These radio waves push them to greener shores
Yet, I pray for you
That the thousandth, millionth time
Still has that first time glow
I had a chat with Uncle Eric who works at a prayer hotline. He prayed for my exam and he gave me his best wishes and advice. Then, when he was done, I asked him about his day. He just said how he asks God everyday for the strength to help people deal with their problems. I bet I must be the hundred person he has spoken to today but, I wonder, how he keeps up his vibrance.
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