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Mar 2018
Staring out into the cold abyss,
longing for all I miss.
This fear swallows me whole,
but you my Lord, take control.
You hold me so very close,
and my fear becomes a ghost.
My tears slowly decrease,
as my soul finds its peace.
Hold me in your arms all my days,
and teach me all your wondrous ways.
When searching for guidance,
I will always find You in the silence.
Liz Carlson
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Liz Carlson  19/F
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