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I was always told
Good things will come your way
And for the most part
This is true I say.
Why does it seem
As we wait and wait
It's like looking for a miracle
To walk through the gate.
We wonder and worry
And hold our breaths in hope
Then if it really happend
It soon becomes a joke.
I look for signs
And say my prayers
Hoping they will be heard
By the Man upstairs.
All kinds of things
Can take 'or your mind
And cause you to leave
Your Faith behind.
Then when all
Is said and done
You accept what happens
And then go on.
I have accepted
What I can not see
And thank the Lord
For helping me.
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008
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