falling

i miss my family.
i miss my sister.
i miss my brother.
i miss my kids.
i miss mexico.

but I have someone who never leaves me.
i have someone who i cant miss
because he is always with me.

Do not withhold your mercy from me O Lord. may your love and truth always protect me. PSaLm 40:11

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