Poetry

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Life's divisions,
seasons of change.
Some filled with joy,
others filled with pain.

There is a time for snow,
and there’s a time for rain.
A time for transformations,
and we are never the same.

God the Father,
creator of all life.
Guide me through my season,
watch over me day and night.

Father, my God,
my Savior, my friend.
You are with me,
now until the end.

You created me,
a special design.
I look to you dear Lord,
for my gifts you'll help me find.

Pull me through, dear Father,
through my season of pain.
Pull me through this season,
that I might love again.

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