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The Trust

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Because I've eighty years and odd,
And darkling is my day,
I now prepare to meet my God,
And for forgiveness pray.
Not for salvation is my plea,
Nor Heaven hope,--just rest:
Begging: "Dear Father, pardon me,
I did not do my best.

"I did not measure with the Just

To serve my fellow men;
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Charmaine J Forde 29 August 2016

A lovely poem indeed!

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Aremo Abiodun Best 11 July 2016

awesome poem, but it some how sounds sorrowful

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Aremo Abiodun Best 11 July 2016

some people are just naturally blessed with the pen

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