Lost Soul
The velvet morning air passes through my window,
And God's golden hand
Touches my shoulder.....
His presence gives me energy
To face my fear that waits.
He will walk with me,
And encourage me,
I will not be afraid.....He will keep me safe
And I will feel so peaceful with him
At my side.
Pray tell, if this were true
Would I be writing in my darkened room
Alone, with my lost and frightened soul........
Lynn Barany
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