Shirley A. Munsinger Poems

I thank God each and every day
That He directed you my way
You are more precious to me than gold
I pray to God your love I can hold
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No more heartaches to stumble and fall
Only hurtful pages of memories to recall
Passion ran deep and oh so sweet
Now there's ashes laying at my feet
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Who has the right to say who is or who isn't important
God made us all to be happy, prosper and not be dormant
Think your mind, dont' let someone else be satans' tool
You will be broken down, used against your will, made a fool
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