It was not too long, too near since you left
In my selfishness I wanted you to stay, stay
I have to let that go, we are all to go
Go beyond the clouds, it is our true destiny
We all live to die, the pain of this is real
Real is what I seek, yet when presented
The anger is overwhelming, the pain of you
The pain of what it was like, what it wasn't like
Him, You, Dad.....
I knew you, yet I didn't know YOU!
You, who held me as a seed in your loins
Your loins kept me til at the appointed time
I was sown in the womb of the vehicle
The vehicle who would carry me
Carry me, birth me, look at me
Your seed, left behind, but I will not die
The Pain of HIM, oh the pain of
Daddy!
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Pamella Reid
TheEncourager is who I am by nature, called by God as a voice to the nations. To lift up, tear down,destroy the bondage through words of wisdom, experience and power to share my strength with you!
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