Poetry

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What happens to my eyes by their inward weeping,
is the inner light also dimming,the tears unseen they are not streaming,by prayers;a grace it is all
redeeming,those absent tears gives way to feeling,
a covert type is not so very much esteeming,tears within can give some pain,and yet contain,that inner struggle shall remain,an absence in a life is
there,and understanding is itself severe,the answers can nowhere compare,the air of course is
everywhere,cannot grasp it,though it is everywhere,
reasons seen when my eyes are clear,all actions good,or bad can be,and life will show it's
monopoly,tears will speak,eyes can be weak,but
faith is strong when GOD'S WORD,i keep;though
i may weep,or even sleep.
Joe.

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