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Psalm of the Homeless
I was struggling getting nowhere,

my strength drowning,

suffocated soul.

I rejoiced when She said to me:

"Here is my hand, grab it and you'll see.

You need to swim as fast as dolphins in the storm

and trust Him as the Father to us all"

Oh, Lord, you have been good to us...

You've taught us how to save a soul,

and me how to Love for the very first time.

Lord, I am peaceful in my heart.

I am not of iron made, and, I, finally, have a Name.


Iolanda Scripca, San Diego