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Nov 2015
A moment in time
A moment just fine
When the whole world sits silent
And the thoughts fly through time and space
What if you were your own tyrant?
How far have I fallen in this race
Thoughts so jagged the pages burnt
Slipped and fell the feelings weren't
Hopeless despair the trickling smile
Laughing and joking the fool was I
Never look no not once in a while
Patch my thoughts the evil does cry
So many times I turned from You
Now I hold on to the shred I have left
Knowing that it is in all the things I do
Whether or not I will give You what's left
Lord my prayer today
Is simply that You will have Your way
Nothing am I, I cannot breathe
Your glory now I only start to perceive
Duncan Grant Bell
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Duncan Grant Bell  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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