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A patch of green through darkened hues A moment of peace where pain abounds Thoughts of redemption within this view Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Suffering’s existence no longer doubted Man’s best friend, his lonesome self Memories, like books, through which he’s routed Are meant to be read and not sit on a shelf
To move about this timorous world To persist beyond the daily grind Life is fulfilled and purpose unfurled As one is willing to stretch the mind
To look within is to reach above A search unending for something more To see and to grasp the holiest- LOVE! Is to walk upon life’s golden shore. -CH2019
