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Finding RedemptionThe still small voice of reason drifts through my mind, overlaps the pain in my soul, and eases the queasiness of my heart with wonderful peace and harmony. I am lead back to a place of calmness and joyous solitude, all troubles cease and drift away, confusion is washed far from my mind, my heart finds comfort in truth, and my soul finds salvation, when I look upon the blood stained beams of that eternal cross of redemption. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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