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Aug 2018
When spirits come stealing into the night,
In hopes to take your heart and your soul,
Do not despair for the One overhead,
Knows all your pain and all your sorrow.

If darkness spreads like a blanket of doom,
Do not feel helpless like a child who is lost,
For He will hear your cries and your pleas,
Soothing your mind and your precious soul.

There are the dark ones always lurking about,
With desires to harm and to cause you to cry,
But the One will never desert or cause pain,
For He cries as well and wants to bring joy.

When all is lost and there appears no hope,
Remember you never are left drifting alone,
He knows your name and your every care,
Wanting your soul to soar and to dream.

If you believe you will never learn how,
To feel wanted and needed by others you see,
Remember He created a world of beauty,
With amazing people to love and to share.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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