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Amazing how the sadness mends
Its fibers weave a web of gold, 
Sparkling gold in eyes so brown,
Pools so deep that I could drown. 

Amazing how the morning comes, 
Regardless of the depth of night. 
All demons now sadly fade, 
Release their hold and creep away. 
Forgiveness knocks, an embrace away, 
but buried sorrow won't be swayed. 

Amazing how it never ends,
How slowly sorrow takes to mend.
But, the Master's knowing,
His warm, gentle heart, 
His guiding glance, that sets apart 
That shares a secret, silent smile 
And accepts with grace the wayward child
To lead him safely homeward once again. 
Forget the past, erase the sin.

The Master's knowing reaches the heart within,
And lifts high the remnants of the soul 
Who now has nowhere else to go.

Chula Fleming © 11/16/2012

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