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Monday, February 25, 2008

The Rock

This is a poem I wrote myself.

A stone rolled in place,
On a cold clamey day,
A dark day in one's life

A dark cold darkness
It seemed no one cared
But then in a split second
The stone was rolled away

Stood there in a bright glowing figure
A shout went out loud and clear
He lives, He lives Jesus Christ lives
Fore He touched me today, now I live

The stone rolled from my life
He gave me life the day the stone was rolled away.

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