THE COMFORTER
When I’m sad, he knows how to bring my mode of joy back
When I’m weak, he always strong to me
When I feel there is no one, he is there for me when I fall is ready to left me up
When my tears roll down, he wipes those that are left that they may not fall again
My comforter. He is a friend that sticks closer to me always. His compliments make me feel like a human. He is like a true here in my life. He is the reliable person in my life. His word makes a place in my heart. He brings life when I feel dead
My comforter .you is a fuel that I need to survive always. The God I like to worship always. The lover who die for me.
My merciful, full of grace person. The comforter, you like a stone to protect me against my enemies, you are my mighty worrier.
By Charles mongoe
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