Poetry

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In the spirit realm,
Timing is everything.
He is never late.
Nor, is He early.

He arives right on time.
Even in the darkest hour.
When the fire is hottest.
The fight is all but lost.

The pain is so bad,
We can't even pray.
Don't want Him to know.
Unable to find His release.

We are quick to forget.
Those Mountain tops.
When His power ran through.
The blessings did abound.

Take a look back, My friend.
While on those peaks,
We failed to pay attention.
The enemy found a way in.

We began to stumble.
Crumble and become soggy.
Every arrow found its target.
Look out! Here we come.

Learning how to snowboard.
Before reaching bottom,
Hating the mountain.
Our cross weighs a ton.

Again, we're in the valley.
How did we get here?
It really doesn't matter.
Just remember the mountain tops.

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