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Sep 2017
Wind chills the body.
Voices play the mind.
Sorrow creeps in and stays.
You won't live.
You try and play me for a fool.
You bind me in yesterday.
The pain of my past.
The lies of those days.
The bleeding of the lost.
Your voice ragged.
Sharp like a knife.
Hard like a over size rock.
But know more.
I have found something more.
Something that has power over even you.
He came.
He died.
He arose.
Not just for you.
Not just for me.
But for us.
He chose love.
He chose us.
He chose the cross.
Now I chose thee.
Now and forever.
Now I stand in his light.
Saved by his blood.
Saved by his words.
Saved by his love.
He did it.
He didn't think.
He just did it.
His father's will.
His father's plan.
His father's vision.
For us.
For you and me.
For a world.
A world in need.
Forever amen.
The end...
Written by
Martin Meek  34/M
(34/M)   
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     Alyssa Underwood
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