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My Religion

It's the end of the day, And I get in bed and begin to pray I thank God for all he has done, For without him I wouldn't be the same one. I believe in him all the way, But there is something I must say, I do not go by Religion at all, Because I feel I have different beliefs I call. I create many in my head, I bring them alive and not dead. I'm sure God understands me, I am not different then others he can see. He takes away my fears, My prayers can go on for years. I love you my father, I hope I am never a bother.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 7/30/2011 3:27:00 AM
Wow, completely captivating I can relate to this poet
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Date: 9/16/2010 11:02:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your poetry today Bianca. Hope you have a wonderful day. Love, Carol
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Date: 9/15/2010 8:59:00 PM
this is most interesting, i know exactly what you are saying here, in this wonderful poem. enjoyed. Harry
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