Poetry

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Some thoughts they come like a summer's breeze;and others like a
winter's freeze,the mind feels like a snow like blizzard,unable to
see a thought out scene,all wrapped up in an ice filled cap,the
answer is to say a prayer,get released from the devil's lair,he
tries to fill our soul with fear;GOD,can send him to that other
where,won't seek that view,prayer is like a new found treasure,
GOD;gives his grace in endless measure,a mind at rest GOD GIVES A
TEST,my useless thought's must make obsolete,for THE GOD OF HOPE,
i wish to meet,in winter's snows or summers heat,and life itself
becomes complete,when GOD HIMSELF IS THERE TO GREET.
Joe.

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