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She stands alone in a crowded room, broken and prone to wander;The jesters pass her by and stare, unaware of the pain she's under.He promised her ever..
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Sitting on this mountain, in the solace that the noonday brings,My soul cries for freedom, and the joy that it brings.To escape the chains of doubt wo..
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Hostility is a loaded gun we feed into day by day,
Watching the weak take the bullet as our hearts slowly fade.
Whatever happend to "love thy ne..
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This heart of mine has seen joy and pain;
I've felt God's embrace and felt sins stain.
The conflict within remains between wrong and right;
A f..
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Today is gone with the wind my friend, yet I still wait upon my God.
I've faced trial and tribulation, but all will be forgotten once I stand whe..
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The winds of change seem to be ceaseless, and I'm caught up in the tide;Changes and wisdom are coming to pass and I find a different state of mind.Tru..
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On the bank of the river, down an old dirt road
Stood an old rugged cross, built a century ago.
The symbol of our Savior, who bled and died,
Delive..
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A non-fiction poem about a young man who lost his life all too soon.
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The point of view of a son who's lived a rebellious lifestyle, and saved by his mothers love for him.
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Through the years I've noticed that most people I've talked to from other faiths believe that we, as Christians have a "Holier Than Thou" mindset, but..
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