Gods Ways - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Like a deep mystery before the dawn.
Upon sunlight the Lord does appear.
Resting very gentle upon the good souls.
GOD knows the number of the call.
Only GOD can tell the right time.
Waiting for the last to arise.
We sing a silent song to GOD.
Prayer is the ointment of GODS song.
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