On His wings I can do all things
My spirit looks through pride like a clear sheet of glass. Whisps through the forests of confusion as if it were a small stand of dried up grass. Stands on fear as if it were mearly an ant fried by our sun, and swims across the oceans of anger , resentment and hate as though it were Mark Spitz doing the 10mtr for fun. So when fear and worry knock anymore , when my Faith answers there's never anyone at my door. DeanPeter Copyright DeanCpoetry Inc. 2008
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