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True Voice
Times when I've run out of rope,
out of second chances, out of hope,
and I don't know what to do -
I'm all alone and lost.
I've been too harshly tossed.
I'm drowning in a river, uncrossed.
From Heaven, I hear you.
Times in my life, I've been laid low,
and hope is buried beneath snow -
I can't see my way through.
Cold doom awaits, anon.
How do I soldier on?
Memories of father gone -
I hear a voice that's true.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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