Father, I am tired.

Father, I am tired, I said.

‘ Nuff said, said He.

Laying down His Crown, The Father tenderly scooped me onto His Lap and bounced me up and down like a hobby horse.

*Laughing uproarious Cassandra lay her tired head upon His Strong Shoulder, wrapped he’d exhausted arms around His neck, sighed and fell asleep. Patting her back, lightly, The Great One rocked and rock and sang songs of comfort to His Beloved Daughter. After He made sure she slept soundly, The Father strode upon the winds of the night, kicking up stars, in His Wake. Quietly, He lay Cassandra upon a bed of 🌹 rose petals. She was His Rose! Kissing her on the forehead, The Great King set His Sights upon others of His Children*

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Cassandra

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• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
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