Poetry

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He's the srenght,
That keeps me moving on.
He's the one that picks,
Me up and carries me along.

He's the one from,
Morning til night.
He's the one that makes,
All my dark cloulds white.

He's the apple of my eye,
He's the desire of my heart.
He's the bright and morning star.
He's the keeper of my lot.

He's my health in all my woes,
He's my life and my love.
He's my strrenght against my foes,
He's my gracious redeemer from above.

7/11/2004-published

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