Cry...
Cry it out...
Cry it all out...
from the deepest chamber of your heart
let it reach through the skies
into the footstool of God...
Though no one around
recognize your mourning...
But God from heavens windows
Sees and hears them
clear as the sun
and louder than
a thunders wham...
And Cry...
You will cry to know
It moves your Fathers Heart...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
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