Days of fortune spring upon us.
Lost in some maze of our mind.
Where whipper wiles play on fire.
Strange such places exist.
Roaming the passage ways of GOD.
Finding an eternal bliss in life.
Ways begotten from a lost memory.
Trifle songs sung by the choir.
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JESUS SAVES
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Days of fortune spring upon us. Lost in some maze of our mind. Where whipper wiles play on fire. Strange such places exist. Roaming the passage ways of GOD.....ya astrange ways still exists in our mindandsurfaced allof sudden...beautiful poemand wellknit wordsused.....10 read mine... innocence regained.......i miss....... death