The Gift.

When thoughts turn frightening, sleep.
When the weight carries on too long, sleep.
When burdens not meant for me I carry, sleep.
To the morning of a fresh new day, wake.
To the helping hand of Father God, wake.
To the boundless joys of everafters, wake.
                   
                       I wake for Hope.

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February 8, 2013 at 4:13 PM
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hope...only in our Lord. Very good Karen.

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