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 Dec 2015 Hilda
Traveler
Some times when
The shells are dropping
All around your position
It become hard to stay awake

And in my dreams
Gravity is defied
RV spaceships
Floating in the sky

Aliens on a mission
Irrational fears engage
Dread beyond despair
In the part of the brain
Where the horrors of the day
Are processed and stored away
Rapid eye movement
Chaotic breathing
Unconscious bumps and beatings

The world ended so many times
Over and over waking up
In that prison cell
But somewhere
Some how
We find peace...
Don't give up on happiness.
rain beautiful rain
washing away my heartache
hiding all my tears
Feels like a curse,
Its as irritating as an empty purse
When broke!
Guess its a reminder that the brain needs new stock,
Wish it could come easy,
And the thing is;its never there when occupied or busy,
Its felt when bored and unoccupied,
But hey its a topic worth writing about; guess I've tried.
 Dec 2015 Hilda
leona chaput
His greatness, His glory
Hope for the wonder of
Jesus hears us when
We call His name

His mercy to find us
His joy overwhelming
With peace rejoicing
Jesus is all I need

No storm of life lasts
No worries take hold
Life can be bold
Jesus is all I need

His power if greater
He is the victory
Jesus is holding the power
Of His wonders and glory

His greatness to follow
His life is a promise
Of taking us home to
Live in heaven with Him

                  By:  Leona Chaput
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