Father's Hand
Sow your cares upon me,
I'll drink up every drop;
Until your soul's set free.
Nary a moment I will stop.
Your burdens are not so heavy,
And my shoulders very broad.
I'll pay your tax and levy,
Every step with you I'll trod.
Child take your Father's hand,
My lot is to be your Savior.
Your home is in the promise land,
And my love shall never waver.
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Legacy Collection by MystresMyna
PoetryMystresMyna is our official Mystres of Chatter here at the Pub. This is a collection of her favorite poems and hopes that it brings cheer to those who read.
