Written by Shayla D Smith
Virtuous One,
Though Heart soft,
You steadied Yourself,
Won the Battle Today,
Listened Longingly.
My Anger is upon those
Who Mock you in my Face.
You promised to be hated,
But I can't stand to hate.
Things will get so much better,
And you will have the same.
With all that is held back and hidden,
I begin to shake.
For You My Dear Sweet Brother,
For You are who He Saved.
As we take Heaven Onward,
They divert their gaze!
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