Seeds Of Truth

Through my fingers

Sifting, separate grains of sand

Through my fingers

Time grinds down as hope lingers

Heaven’s rain kisses my dry land

Seeds of truth pass into my hand

Through my fingers

Please feel free to leave any comment you want, you might agree, you might disagree, you might just be curious and I will try to get back with an helpful reply. Be Blessed.

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