Royal Blood

My Father's House is

a place of refuge.

When storm clouds roll in from the West, I know

I am not alone, for my brothers and sisters are with me.

 Heavy raindrops fall violently until my tears and the rain are one.

My brother, bleeding, lifts me up out of the raging roaring waters, and I 

dress the wounds. 

We are all royalty-

my Father is your Father and His riches are great. 

When storm clouds roll in from the West, know that you are not alone, 

for your brothers and sisters are with you, 

and we all bleed the same blood. 

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Love, 

Sincerly Yours