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Mar 2015
My hunger for you grows.
As I sit and wait.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Still waiting.
Time ticks by.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
Still no Jesus.
I sit and wait.
Soon the church waits.
We all wait.
Until the end.
Panda
Written by
Panda  Maine
(Maine)   
429
   Modern Serenity
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