A poem from my dad to my little sister who is now serving a mission.
Dear Lord:
My heart is broken, battered and bruised.
My soul to serve.
Strengthen such hands, mind, and spirit.
My soul I pledge.
May I see today, yesterday's, and tomorrow's.
My soul to give.
Save me, my life, and will to live.
My soul no more.
Alone I wander, seek, and pray.
My strife with me still.
Alive I am courageous, endured, and free.
Lord, found I am in Thee.
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Letters From Pops
Non-FictionEmails that my dad sent me while I was serving my mission. The first chapter is the last email. I did it backwards. Enjoy if you decide to give it a read. A lot of wisdom that helped me get through my mission!
