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Sep 2017
Keep me from this world Lord,
it garners too much sorrow;
keep me from the devil's pull,
with hope of God's tomorrow.

Where dreams are made reality,
where there's comfort for the soul;
away from stress and turmoil,
where the earth extracts its toll.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the violence and the pain;
from man's unkind pollution,
I am sick of its refrain.

To where I drink the waters,
from pure and flowing streams;
the fountains of Your knowledge,
that laughs at mankind's schemes.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the  war cries of the fools;
that don't know the way of peace,
where their kingdom never rules.
David Lessard
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David Lessard  75/M/Prescott, Arizona
(75/M/Prescott, Arizona)   
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   Keith Wilson
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