A Psalm to the L-rd Weary are my eyes and downtrodden is my soul Day after day I toil to bring home daily bread Sit in gnarled posture, slaving away on me computer A thirst for money, for financial security. For affording a comfortable life. Nevertheless my heart aches For the time when I can … Continue reading Working Mama’s Prayer
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