blessed

let it not be

thought that from the damage done

in youth rises the irreversible melancholy of despair

for the Lord is my rock

and my salvation

blessed is he who comes

and many are the angels who encamp

around the innocent who live

on and beyond the hard,

always toward the goal

of

peace

Published by Amy K. Sorrells

Amy is an award-winning author and columnist. She lives in central Indiana with her husband and three sons.

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