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The Breath of GodAutumn leaves sitting under the tree; out of season.Until the wind blows them through the Springtime,Onto the pathway and up the ramp……to be rustled and crackled under the feet of flirting teens.I would love to be moved by God so that my sole purpose was……to add texture to the lives of those around me.And to point them back to God.
StruggleWhy is my heart so filled with sin?Why must I struggle with this filth within.Save me Lord from myselfAnd show me how to love.
Sleep TightIt's a bright night.I might write about:Thoughts of a fight!Then a flight from spite...Don't bite.. You're too uptight.But don't delight in your plight.It's not right to skite.What a sorry sight.Gotta reach quite a height.I'm not quite uprightOn this bright night.Sleep tight.Sorry sight.
FatigueI have had enough ofThis bitter drink.Too tired to think.