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Love

a beautiful blessing that a disaster could be desired by a love so deep unfathomable That's where my freedom is found in that love that disaster being me found in the love of Christ which breaks all chains of fear doubt guilt pride sin this beauty diving that I call mine called me his before the beginning of time

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Date: 12/12/2009 5:24:00 PM
Nice poem ,Beth keep on keeping on. -Robert
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Date: 12/12/2009 12:39:00 PM
Blessings seem to come in our darkest hours, well said in your wonderful poem. Nice meaning, good work. Judy Riley
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