Looking for a Supply…
His mercies are new every morning
great is His faithfulness…
I will call her Faith for quietness sake.
I finally got where Faith was at. I saw her from the distance flagging me from the corner. She had the same clothing that she ran away from the hospital in. She needed to see the other pharmacist , he’d have the right drug of choice. But that was last night and this was daytime.
The abondanded house held residues of children at play,
She set in the back chair,
The only chair,
A toddlers bed,
Faith’s only place of rest,
You don’t have to be here I said,
Faith smiled,
Her secret master sneered roll it’s eye and turned away,
I could see she was trapped,
Although the bolt had been removed,
From the door,
She was trapped by,
The need of the supply,
