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At the end of time
The rich man shalt be begging;
And the beggar shalt be
First in line.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
If these sheets were the states
And you were miles away
I'd fold them end over end
to bring you closer to me
AND I'D WISH ON EVERY STAR THAT'S IN
BETWEEN FROM WHERE YOU ARE AND
WHERE I AM TO BRING US CLOSER.**

i just need you here
i've been in love with someone that
didn't love me back, and i've been loved
by someone that i didn't love back. and
i don't know which was worse; to be
broken or to break another soul.
With one eye I see, the other fully blind, but pity me not
For the Good Lord leads me. down the straight and narrow.
Being lead by him is the very best thing that could happen to me.
For I not only rely on his Sight, but his strength as well.
To get me through each day, to keep from sinning as well.
For he is my Supplier, and my Portion here as well my friends.
He shall guide me through the storms in this very life.
So I shall sing , Worship, Praise him, and rejoice in him.
For what I lack, I gain much more from my Savior and God.
For the things that I lack, I do not need them to be Saved,
plucks            all                 her

He                                         privacy

She                              moans
merrily
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