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May 2014
In darkness, sadness or just the dreaded night,
You Creator’s hands are there shining bright.
Open your heart to that shining light and let it in,
And in the darkness you shall never tremble again.
Though you may suffer and fear,
You will take comfort knowing he’s near,
Though his children are more numerous than the desert sands,
Your Creator has very big hands.
Written by
Spiritus Nocturnus  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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