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Mar 2016
How can I help my brother
When my own pain won't abate?
How can I lift my sister
When I can't move my own weight?
How can I feed the hungry
When I can't fill my own plate?
I help folk who feel guilty
Yet I can't clean my own slate...
Is there a way to move them
Through the vagaries of fate?

There are principles in life
Which always undergird
Many are the trials of life
I've only seen one-third
Sometimes we are captured
A sadly cag-ed bird
But one thing ALWAYS brightens days
Perhaps you may have heard
A smile that reaches to the eyes

And a KINDLY SPOKEN WORD.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/7/2016
Sometimes I don't feel like I have much to give. But it is at those times when I don't feel I can help anyone that I realize that God is giving me a gift. The gift of encouragement. And that's what I want to pass on to you.

Undergird = to lift a boat from the water
with ropes to clean the underside.

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SøułSurvivør
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