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Through the wilderness I roam,
In the clearing I stand.
The grass green around me,
Skies blue above me.
The gentle breezes blowing my hair,
Sun’s shining on my face.
Shadow behind me,
Ground’s beneath me.
Birds in the background,
Kid’s in the distance.
Ants marching on,
Time’s passing with the dawn.
Heaven above me,
Hell below me.
Mountain in front of me,
Valleys surround me.
In God’s arms with Jesus leading,
One slow step at a time.
I strive for the other side,
Awaiting me… a treasure full of pride!
By: Rachel
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
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Posts: 1,597
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"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third it is accepted as being self-evident."
Sunshine
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