Poems of Lighthouse Bob
In the Dark 401
In the Dark The darkest passageways of life so hid that bats can't see by sonar stares or anywhere beyond that there might be a glimmer in a distant fog, a trinket in the mist that should resound a body found within their coves and twists does linger in my solitude, does struggle in my mind that, if by chance, I caught a glance, still, Jesus there I'd find. |
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In the Dark 401
In the Dark 401
