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Take Me Home, God

Waking up in a strange place, Not remembering what happened, Yet here I am in this strange chair, With wheels so foreign, But only known to me. This injury this nightmare. What am I to do? I am lost. I am scared. I look up and start praying to, The one who will save me. The only one who will comfort me, In this nightmare on earth. I pray please God, Take me away. Bring me home so that I can be free. Make me whole. Make me healthy. Walking Breathing Dreaming Home into your arms, As the tears fall, A bright light hits me, Warming my heart and soul and, Then I know he has healed me.

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Date: 7/22/2022 6:47:00 PM
No need to rush hanging around singing Josannahs for the rest of eternity . . . .
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Shirley Hudson
Date: 7/22/2022 8:33:00 PM
I wrote it for another person actually needed faith. I just noticed her attitude and her value for life had gone down plus we had a little riff about God, I felt bad so I wrote her a poem. Her spirit rised up a bit so I felt alot better.
Date: 7/22/2022 11:32:00 AM
Hello Shirley, A beautiful prayer for God to listen to. You are beginning to walk and evry day you walk you will get better at it. The rest will fall into place. Friendship & Love, Darlene.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/23/2022 10:55:00 AM
Hello Shirley, that was very nice of you to write a poem for the lady across the hall. I pray to God every night. Yes he has faith to listen to others. Hugs.
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Shirley Hudson
Date: 7/22/2022 1:59:00 PM
Actually the poem was written for the lady across the hall from me, she's been having a really hard time getting better in her injury. I've done my praying to him and plainly put he quit listening to me so I disconnected the line but I have faith he listens to others. She liked the poem I'm ok with that.

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