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TITLE: His helping hand By Wesley Hesketh 12/26/13 |
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Where have all the words gone?
they seem so empty, blank.
All the meanings meant to be
are poisons that I drank.
I sit here in my empty room
next to my Christmas tree.
No one here to touch my life
as far as I can see.
The emptiness is frightening
it runs around my head.
It makes me lose my will to live
I am the living dead.
What can I do to stop this
the screaming in my mind?
I look for peace in all of me
there’s none that I can find.
Caught up in a vacuum
no air that I can breathe.
Struggling with all my might
it brought to my knees.
In the distant humming
a sound that was so sweet.
Hands reached in lifting me
it made me feel complete.
He said He was the Father
He came to make me smile.
if I ask Him in my heart
He would stay awhile.
This was so long ago
each day I hear His voice.
Growing old He’s with me
since I have made my choice.
Father takes good care of me
gives me strength to bear.
The blessings that He gives
lets me know He’s there.
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