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A Word Of Redemption
Up in the morning and another night gone by,
Thru the shifty light of an old home.
The winter is breaking thru,
And thru that sacred window fellow rain falls down
As it was the last day of one lifetime…
As that old sad song won’t leave him alone.
He wonders the forest of no regret
Facing the oblivion with a smile on his face.
While that sad song still plays along.
No one ever has seen his light.
He never thought that his emptiness could fill rivers
But you never doubted him…
Beyond that shallow image lies the true nature of the man…
But greater power sees his core,
Like a spirit walking him by…
Whispering truth and sense…
So he never really dwelled
But in that moment he sees you lifting him too your opened hand,
A greater hand…
And so he understands…He truly understands,
How much you love him…..
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