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A bolt from the blue the witch cast a wicked spell Sudden it was true, That my nena has lung infection Downcast from the news With faith, slim, full of detest And grief, pleas to cease this Pain and offer a prayer of gratitude. Not in vein. Powerless and weary As I bow down, isolated from Earth, this knees have touched The floor before, but now its a grave Of sorrow none than before. God Drag my nena out of Cold war Shivering for her soul, He gave her strength to laugh at This sorrow as it depart in songs of jubilation Conquered The severe path to dearth The perfect God came in time and nurtured Our faith from captivity and made it thick As the statue of liberty from its believe Rome was not built in one day Same as our faith that needs The word to grow steady But this is the beginning. Of a sweet matrimony and One day we will meet This phenomenal God and everything Will be beautiful as the first day We where born.