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Embers glow in the soul of a man, deposited in the heart's fathoms by the unseen hand of love. Sorrows, life's painful gifts, can fan The Embers into holy Flame. For some the flame grows and casts this adopted light almost carelessly, to a dark world. For others, these gifts bring lasting dispair, and the The Embers glow slowly fades and dies.

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Date: 3/14/2018 12:01:00 PM
What are your painful gifts of despair? Lovely poem.
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Date: 3/18/2018 10:54:00 PM
Hi Olive, all people experience suffering in life. Having a relationship with Christ Jesus gives hope because he uses those trials ultimately for our good. In fact, they bring me closer to him. Without Him, and without him working those things for my good, I would despair indeed. Thank you for asking!