Being free,
left me secluded,
sharing of thoughts,
to others eluded.
Is it too much?
to give of oneself,
sharing His word,
sharing His wealth.
When is enough,
when is too much,
walking alone,
without a crutch.
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Within the realm of eternity,
comes to pass a vision...
just a glimpse of reality,
caught within a prism...
focusing not on details,
the overall picture is it...
scanning each soul completely,
to see if we are fit...
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Teardrops fall from a weary soul,
clinging to that which is past.
never stray from your spiritual goal,
it is the only thing that will last.
God?s love for you is eternal,
no one can take that away.
hold tight to that love when doubtful,
listen closely to what He will say.
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