Poetry

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The room filled with Darkness.
The heart trembled with fear.
The soul cried to the Lord to help.
The hall light was on, which made no difference,
for the darkness felt, came from within.
Fear had already made its home within, Trembling and shaking at every little thing.
The Frightened child hid under the sheets, praying that the feelings would go.

She soon fell a sleep and all was well with her soul, for when she awoke and opened her eyes to her surprise a Visitor had arrived.
The room had changed to a beautiful gold, the room was Excitingly Gleaming.

The Lord had answered the cry for help and came to give his assurance of his caring love.
Her face gleamed to match the room and every time she hears the word of God, Behold her face, for she’ll be gleaming.

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