The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Healer of My Soul, I Wait In Silence



"For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation." (Psalm 62)


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