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ON MY KNEES
It seems like forever on my knees,
making bargains, making pleas.
To all those prayers never answered,
lie the revelations I cannot see.
Woe to me until this day's done,
so I can try another one.
Lacking guidance and control,
thoughts do rise above none.
When I'm pardoned I shall know.
I'll continue to search and sow
Seeds of gladness until they grow.
Hoping dearly to wander less.
Michaela Warren 2011
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