Michael Gale Poems

From death, He arose, on the day, the third...
For, from His Father, all words were heard.

Words of forgiveness, and love...
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I was young and i would rant and runt many a mile well far beneath my feet or feat of deceit...
My feat of deceit would heavily relate to problems of my tell tale told heart most often would I to have to depart in a dark cloud of sadness obsessed.

Twas i unholiest possessed? ...
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That Sunni-ed, dis positioned smile...
That, at times, can recede away,
like as behind a darkened storm cloud.
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Little Sunshine all the way...
Just like music, let it play.

Let it play for all the Earth...
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In school, i was one of the worst, not one of the best...
Always taking, and failing many a test.

I was never, or had any occasion, to be proud...
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Read on, read on, real loud and true...
Read on for the thought, that is really
you.
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God is our chosen voice...
He, makes our heart, rejoice.

We listen, to our hearts...
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A gentle kiss, upon thy lips...
Sent by air, an amorous wisp.

This wispy wisp, denied thy grasp...
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That other beyond....
Beyond, this passed.

Another being, being
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Rocket's glaring fire's might...
Lighting up sky's darkened, night...

Freedom's fought liberty...
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