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VictoryWhispers travel on a timeless breeze and music is heard among all of the trees. Seasons change, bringing songs our way Recapturing the glory of yesterday. Chains are broken; we've been set free. Love paved a path called Victory. Fears and sorrows lay buried in the past Faith and hope will eternally last. Feeling the warmth from the golden sun, Draws our focus to the center of One. One that willingly paid our price, The One we will meet in paradise. Julie Pisacane © 2006 1 John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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