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The man at church today preached. 
He took the bible, read it and learned. 
Then he came and taught something…
He helped me, 
to understand,
how I, 
fit in.

Today I told someone I was glad. 
I told someone close to me, 
that God had his hand on my life. 
It was not a brag. 
I was boasting about the Glory…
A miracle…
I wanted to share, 
how I, 
fit in.

Sometimes we are quiet. 
That is what the preacher man said. 
Sometimes we are afraid to say…
and take chances. 
We hide and run away. 
The burden is not ours to bear. 
It his “His”. It has already been carried. 
He has been bought, paid for, 
and all who believe, 
all who accept…

One man tells another. 
That man tells two more… 
The forever clock draws close, 
your hands, your heart… 
they still beat, they still tick.
The hour glass shifts.

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