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May 2015
Sometimes being drain we have to crawl till we can walk.
Sometimes we have to go through the swampland here.
To get to the dry land that we are searching for here.
Sometimes we have to go through prisons here on earth.
To reach the promise land that we been searching for.
Because only through the hard things here on the earth.
We will only understand God in our live here on the earth.
Though all of his protection, blessings, and his Goodness.
For only through the bad times here can we see Gods Goodness.
Written by
Eddie Starr Love Poetry  Hagerstown Md
(Hagerstown Md)   
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