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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Cinderella

This Cinderella
Tortured not by step sisters or mom
But by the princes in charming

She earned her own gown
Will in it the aisle she'll go down
Or it the moths will feast upon God knows

She lost her piece of the glass shoes
The Prince with the other half can never find his way to her
She has waited years in throws

Cindrella won't wait for the Prince charming
She will reign as the queen
Self proclaimed and coronated by the One Himself

O Lord
Help me find my Kingdom
My rule, my crown and my staff

In my Kingdom I shall cultivate, happiness, companionship, no waiting, no stiffling bitterness, no scary uncertain nights.

Amen

RM