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Vine StreetPeaceful is the silence of night As I journey toward the daylight. On a corner, there is a sign. Written on it is the word, Vine. Doves are seen in every tree, Singing in perfect harmony. Solid ground is under my feet As I travel along Vine Street. My torn soul has need for repair… Hope is found floating in the air. How did my weary feet ever know The place where I needed to go? Vine Street is a road paved True- Heaven is now in my view. John 15:5 5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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