Drip, stolid is the heart that waits
Drop, for the unknown, at any hour
Drip, prayer and fasting opens gate
Drop, and prepares the grass to be a flower
Tap, another day to see and seek
Tap, time runs steadily and sure
More taps make our hearts more meek
A humble tap for the humble pure
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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