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Now and Forever

Running in But running out Things we hardly Talk about Do we make it Through this mess Are we breathing At the best What to call The state we're in Sometimes love Sometimes sin Will it be said We did our best Is the table Ever blessed Are there those Who will attest We ran the race And passed the test Now is God's Time ever giving Do we stop And trust the living Only time Can say the end Here and now I must depend Run the gambit Ever hoping Human race and God eloping This the end Of earthly know Left behind No life bestow

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Date: 6/20/2012 12:12:00 PM
Brotha time to Grow! Peace and blessings to you.
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