I Live by Faith Not by Sight

Little drops tiptoe on my face
As I look up at the black sky
I close my eyes, and there once more,
Shine a smart scattering of stars
Billions of reminders of promises
Still burning, still waiting for fruition
Still expecting hope to prevail
Despite the passing of our hours

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David Bonifacio

David Bonifacio Husband, Father, CEO of Bridge. #DB

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