Date Poem: Sunday, March Twenty-Eighth, Two Thousand And Twenty-One
By Stacey
@xstitcher (39019)
Petaluma, California
March 31, 2021 1:44pm CST
Sorrowful,
My Lord prayed
To the Father, the
Evening drawing on.
The Lord asked if
The cup set out was
Able to pass from Him, but
Then, succumbed to the Father's will.
© Stacey Uffelman 3-31-21
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