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Oct 2018
My body
to be broken,
My mind gone
to the wind
My faith will remain
A foundation
A gift to
Raise
Weaker men
The darkness
Will surmount
It gathers
These days
Faith like a
Fire
Will shine
Like a
Blaze
Faith
Allows us to be
Humble
To pray on our
Knees
I bow my head
Willingly
To serve
The Masters
Needs
My faith
Leads and
Creates a path
I've dipped
My head
In his
Cleansing
Bath
I hope you find
That faith
In you
God grants it
Too many
And he
Covets
The fool.
Written by
Ike E Davis  55/M
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