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Simple needs gave strengthAnd tangled days showed purpose;A reason to press onTo find refreshmentAnd sip the bitter coffee. The suffering

Rolling over the milesThe empty harborBetrays the loaded shipsAnd lonely hearts adrift Looking for a homeLooking for a lifeWait for

“The Dusty Shelf”Beauty is drainingDown the industrial sink,Lost between the bargain aisleAnd the recycle bin The throw-away societyGrabs the clearance

How precious is the flow of Jesus’ love,It warms the cold ache of guiltIt softens the heart made hard by

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I turned the pagesUntil I could turn no more,Worn and tornDamp from finger-licking turnsMusty from breathing lifeInto clinging pages At

I clipped a rose from its bushHoping to save its life for mine,I embraced its warm and luscious scentAnd squeezed