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Jun 2013
The Lord is my shepherd he knows what I want
Because I ask him every morning and I ask him every night
He knows I don’t ask for too much and he gives it all in return
After I receive and see the conformation, it’s once again my turn
To prove I can be humble and to prove I can still be one of his chosen one's
Blessing me with a sacred gift, a special one I can never abuse, and the best is,
He lets me filter out the burning rays so I can see right through the sun
Exposing to me a tiny hole in the sky and a bright light flickering on the other side
Many a time my hair stands on its end and I can feel it from head to toe
A light bulb it is for I was told giving fuzzy felling’s it’s all warm when it starts to glow
A mere child I once used to be, watch what it is next now that it is to become of thee
Given me chances I know the risk that is at hand setting up to be a failure is not my plan
There is nothing that I cannot do because I follow all my dreams
and all my visions like they are a perfect blue print plan that has been layed out before me.
(SirCARSr 6-03-13)
Curt A Rivard Sr
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Curt A Rivard Sr  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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