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Sandra M.Veinot
The weeds are being taken from my life
and the seeds of good are growing firm.
Just as they were at the beginning
when at the first I did unto the Lord come.
The thorns from the worthless wayside dirt
has no hold upon my real eternal worth.
O the flowers they bloomed seemed so nice
but in the end was not completely right.
I had to have a taste of the worldly ways
so others I could comfort as they come through.
For the liar always seems so pleasing
but underneath they are as ravishing slaves.
Christ my Lord has kept me safe and sure
not allowing me to suffer more then.
I could be able to take and endure
while I was among the world and their sins.
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Nice poem.....
...... and proclamation that our heavenly father has take the measures to make a path for each one of us to retun to him. Peace my sister in Christ!
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