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Peace was conceived,
the day I took myself
before the feet of God;

The doors were open,
and I disclosed my sins.

In humility, saints are born;
when all the darknesses of Satan,
rise up
within a soul,
forcing her to violence,
know that The Divine Mercy,
is ever-watchful.

The peace of Christ,
is a skipping stone,
the wonder of a child;
whose heart aches for love.

With trees like angels,
in a paradise of friendship;
where one small sacrifice,
can bring a soul to glory.