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My Lord, My Brother

When I walk into an empty church I hear the whispers grow, so many smiles, so many tears so much for me to know-- yet gentle hands touch my face enshrining me with a gift of peace a Lord who grants me such release. When I run up to my Brother, I feel alive and well again as He listens through divine love , to take away my pain-- that everything explained to me brings out a sunshine of a smile, for my Lord is within,all the while. Anthony Slausen Contest: Jesus 6 June 1016

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Date: 6/6/2016 4:10:00 AM
Well written, Juaneco:)
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