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Follower of Christ

Here's a story of a man Who fought many battles of the mind He made one mistake And started to fall behind Wounds of the soul took physical form Unusual wounds not of the norm Slashes on his arm, his shirt is torn Blood on his face, his jeans are worn He walks alone and looks to the sky He falls to his knees, and cries out why A voice calls out "Remember Me" it said Next thing he knows he's up in his bed His wounds scarred over, his shirt still torn Blood on his face dried, his jeans still worn A scar of a cross has formed on his arm A divine intervention has saved him from harm This man in the story is me My heart and soul for all to see If you feel your life's in a bind Here are some words to keep in mind "Substisto Fidelous Utlilitas Terminous" No matter how much your life will break and bind "Remain Faithful Until the Very End!" Signed Warrior Angel

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Date: 5/5/2016 3:40:00 AM
Justin Cleaver, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. --SKAT
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Date: 4/22/2016 11:02:00 AM
Justin, nicely penned. Glad to read your poem today. Luv ~LINDA~
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