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SMALL SMALL CRIES I TAKE BEFORE I SLEEP ‘IS IT THE ANSWER TO DEAL WITH PROBLEMS?’ I ASK MYSELF SMALL PROBLEMS FOR A SMALL PERSON IS IT NECESSARY TO SHED SMALL TEARS? SMALL EVERYTIME I AM IN PAIN ‘ARE MY SORROWS TOO SMALL TO BE CONSIDERED IN HEAVEN?’I ASK THE LORD IT IS TOO HARD TO GROW, IF GROWING MEANS GETTING THROUGH PAIN I SOMETIMES SEE LIGHT, BUT TRY HARD TO KEEP IT BURNING LOST IN THE MIST OF LIFE, LOVE AND FEAR PLEASE HELP ME LORD, I AM JUST A CHILD.

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Date: 11/20/2012 11:07:00 PM
I like this! Where you ask 'are my sorrows too smal to be considered in heaven?' -it seems that way sometimes, but then we are reminded that even the sparrows are well taken care of, so humans should not feel rejected. Well penned poem Mapaseka!
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Date: 10/1/2012 8:08:00 AM
Today is the start of a new month and a new week. I am starting to read what looks to be some exceptional writing this morning. So glad I was able to read yours Prudence. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/30/2012 7:56:00 PM
well done! we're all just children really. warm thoughts, Ralph
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