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Come, walk with meWhat conceit this, to think that I can effect the world in which I live. What avarice; to think my conscious thoughts obscure another's drive. What shall I do if this should fail, and be yet another stumbling block On the road already strewn with fallen, mountainous boulders, not just rocks. And yet, I want everyone to know, the me that lives inside, and understand. That Love is all that lives eternally...... And that God is in the Details of that Love---so take my hand. Lets walk this rock-strewn path together until we find That Love that Lives inside each soul---God's Love is Blind Karen Payne April 1, 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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