But Then Poem by Daniel Isaac Gordon
But Then
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My head is aching out my ears,
I don't think I could hurt any more,
But then I think of Jesus Christ,
Bleeding from every pore.
I wish I would have stayed in bed,
And avoided all the pain,
But then I think of Jesus Christ...
Who am I to complain?
Saturday, June 18, 2011
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