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Jo Baldwin Oct 2015
Blacken'd, years take their toll
On the heart,
And steal away faith and hope
Born as a blank slate
With first drawn breath
Some to love
And some to hate
All to pain of a kind
Sweet Jesus
I long for faith once more
There's more than this
I see the pain of many
Where are your footsteps when tsunamis strike and wars destroy the innocent?
Where is the light?

— The End —