Dear Father

Father how can I be true if I am surrounded by the fake?

Father how can I be wise if I live amongst the fools?

Father can I even trust the truest soul to me?
I’ll prepare for the pain in the dreams I see,

I’ll be set free Just you wait and see,
Cause right now I’ll be trapped dreaming to be free,

Jesus be with me I am prepared to be with you,

Father I can take your hand and walk the land with you.

poem by Craig Edwards
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