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The Pew

I went to church today, I began to stand as the music played. My hands rested on the pew in front of me, they moved across the wood so free. How many people sat in this pew, wondering what they would do. Some smiled as a baby was blessed, Others sat in distress. Concerned of a sickness or problem in their life, living day by day in strife. Some sat in sorrow at a loved one lost, praying for guidance at any cost. Faith will keep you strong and he will guide the way. As you sit in this pew to pray. J. Sergi

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