Transcendental Sonnet #1214:
Prayer for Silke's Birthday
Alone with nothing left
I wait because it is all I can do
I wait upon you Lord
Into your hands that she be safe with you
These empty hands bereft
Surrendering to love steadfast and true
She whom I have adored
Whom I have loved and lived for always will
Our best hope saved for last
Our only hope now that she is so ill
I ask you for her healing
Let not this young life end in fear and pain
I feel your love revealing
This broken butterfly shall rise again
+Steven Curtis Lance
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