They are made of fine steel
And their hearts, of pure gold,
Helplessness and pain they feel,
But yet emotions controlled.
Their feeble hands are a token
Of their sacrificial love so strong,
Their faint hearts are broken,
But yet they carry along.
Simple pleasures for them are blurred,
Sacrificed for loved ones known.
Unsung Heroes, will your song be heard?
It will one day, at God’s throne.
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Beautiful 👌🏽👌🏽
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Thanks Junie.
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Wonderful poem ! Inspired! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Wow!!! amazing .
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Thank you Cecilia!
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Amazing Lynette, never knew this talent. Well written
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Thank you Annan.
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Very true. Beautiful thoughts.
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Thanks akka.
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Beautiful poem. May the Lord use you more in the days to come.
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Thank you so much.
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