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A Path to WaitA path seldom walked, it seems, overgrown by the broken / Things of this world, scattered here and there , / Threatening to remove clear light found so deep,

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Drudgery of WorldI am made for more than drudgery of world, / Each day awake, struggle out of bed, / To one more day, a difference I try

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Who Am I?I awake to a world filled with black and white— / only a splash or two of color here / and there—a world broken, a wasteland

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The Incarnation: Or How God Found Me While Serving HimPeople going, the wind blowing dust across a grace-parched land… / A lone soul, walks wearily through the land, a threadbare / Jacket protecting against the wind, the dust, the hurt

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Focus on the PainFocus on the pain, as life goes rolling by— / The darkness shreds my soul, leaving / A trail of dirty soul-crumbs wherever I tread,

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