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Dec 2012
For the price is high
and the burden is heavy,

look this way to find
a broken stream that

tells of a high price.

look that way to see
only cement wall that

tells of a heavy burden.

All this fresh and driven
headlong into the heart.

No spilling the beans
in sight of the hungry.

What gifts the poor are given
though there is no tarry,

no time to enjoy.

Living breath taken lightly,
with out giving it a thought,

go around and take it in
that Jesus had his doubts.

Must make haste in the
making of waste for

the time has gone when
to look for busy really is any thing.



Al Rights Reserved @2005
same period reading Lewis.. transition time for me
Irving MacPherson
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