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Feb 2019
a drift
on my own
maybe no port exists
to dock my vessel
there is no safe harbor
to calm my tempest
i'll find no dry land
to find my footing
how will I survive?
then I recall
there is an anchor
to hold me still
i have a compass
to point me home
my faith is strong
to get me through
calm waters
crashing waves
ill find my way
Bethany
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Bethany  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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   Brandon Conway
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