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Can anybody help me? I have this nagging at my core.
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Come the shade of evening I watch her struggle to
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Vivacious and free-spirited, she is a soul that cannot be tamed.
Artistic visionary, her pen is mighty and her voice is captivating.
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Abalone windows to the soul
Skin molded from the finest of freckled porcelain
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In the fire pit the amber leaves crackle and burn.
The cream sits in its bucket waiting on the front porch for Mom to churn.
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Stuck in a traffic jam in the sweltering heat,
he could see the humidity dancing along the horizon,
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Mischievious kitten adventures into forbiden spaces.
Always curious, she learns and plays
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How great is our God!
How wondrous are His works!
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Sweet Lamb of God
followed the Shepherd’s path.
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Today, Baseball is all alone.
He has been left behind by generations
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Growin’ up in the hood,
Yo’ head full of dreams,
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I am not ashamed to speak the “J” word.
I do not cringe when people see I tote
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I have dreams.
Dreams that are made of greatness,
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Jesus was here for me
before I was even born.
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Friendship is like baseball in countless ways.
Where there are extra innings,
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Running…running…heart pounding-
you can hardly breathe.
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Love’s Great Divide, the thin line between
Friends and Lovers,
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I hide inside myself.
I’m a bottle full of me.
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I bought you flowers,
I bought you nice words.
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Have you ever been in love—
so in love—
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Moonlight comes pouring through my window.
Permeating through my bedroom is the sweet aroma of the night.
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I am a junk box.
I am a garbage dump full of
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Feel it—it’s in your blood.
Taste it—sweet victory…bitter defeat.
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You know my face,
You know my smile,
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As He sits on His throne,
He speaks beautiful poetry to life.
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Powerful words, words of power.
Thoughts and ideas expressed
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The dream escaped me,
just as it was coming true.
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You are a song about to be sung.
You are a manuscript about to be published.
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wild horses
grazing amongst a
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I caved.
Baseball called;
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I was overly critical with you the other day,
but that was just my generous outpouring
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Give me your hand,
I will not let it go.
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