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The first hand to touch


The first hand to touch me 

To hug me to kiss my hand 

Is the same first hand to drug me, beat me, and

To send me away forever

Never to see again

 

My God my God 

Why have you let my Earthly father forsaken me 

For the sake of your great plan for me

But Thy Will Be Done

 

I am confussed by the abuse

I keep streching out to reach it hand

Daddy are you there?

I hear a yes BUT

It's more like a breath of fresh air 

It doesn't sound painful or harsh

It's not scary or dark

That can't be my daddy there

He's not pulling my hair saying you and you dare

It's not sharp it sounds more like a harp

If thats not my daddy there 

Who is the one to care 

I hear I love you

I want you 

Reach for my hand it's no dare

I actually really do care

The only tear is in my wrist 

Don't worry that is not for you 

That is for your plan from me 

Just wait and see 

Be stiil and know my will

Don't run 

Don't hide

I am always by your side

I don't lie 

I am your daddy here there and everywhere

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MVP-Most Valuable Poet
<p>always remember that The Lord will never leave nor forsake you</p><p>always seek Him for all</p><p>well written</p><p>promote this poem to my group</p>

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