Dearest brother Bsharah

I pray

May God protect you…

From scary nights
from hasty flights

From too much food
from a somber mood

From ringing sad-bells
from self-made hells

From sickish pains
from dishonest gains

From excessive needs
from tricky deeds

From foolish quarrels
from resting on laurels

From silly fears
from idle tears

From forgotten lines
And from all bad times

I pray for the
Father, Son and the Holy Spirit

In Christ, Alway
Your Brother
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