I learned the different cries of my children .
I grew to distinguish hunger from discomfort
From just a need to be held .
We all grow in faith in much the same way .
We cry out and the father hears us ,
Discerning our needs and giving what is necessary .
Eventually , our cries are replaced by words
And these words become a song of praise ,
An offering back to the provider
Of comfort and yes daily bread .
I Love You All
By Brock
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