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The Test Of Time
Lord, I feel like our souls are like old barns that has seen rain and snow that has fell through the years which sun has faded it's fine paint. At first we are vibrant and fine as light has shown for the first time we stand so tall and strong we feel like nothing could break walls that shine. But, Lord as time goes by so fast we look to see the shine so strong the strengh we once felt and knew now is so weak and gone. Keep my soul Lord as the barn that gitters and shines where I fell Your Hand is always having it's finshed touch which wisdom has always stood the test of time. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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