Poem -

arms of grace.

Without light,
there is no reflection,
Mind , body, soul,
Your very heart the key,
in which they evolve,
Surfacing emotions,
From deep inside,
Within the shinning sun,
Thy guide,
Your destiny you create,
While some are lost,
in wait ,
Lifes rotation paused ,
To suffocate,
No cause,
Life, love, living,
You must pursue,
If sitting bound,
there's nothing wrong
with you,
You just haven't made,
A decision,
Within the gifts you're given,
But its never to late to try,
God gave you the gift of life,
Upon your fresh born cry,
To live, and love,
Within his trust to TRY,
Upon your chapter ending,
He shall be the one who cries,
Within your death,
He welcomes you home,
To the palace in the skies,
Your final resting place,
Within the arms of grace.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

nardine sanderson,

Good write, My applause, My vote

Thy guide,
Your destiny you create,
While some are lost,
in wait ,
Lifes rotation paused ,
To suffocate,
No cause,
Life, love, living,
You must pursue,
If sitting bound,
there's nothing wrong
with you,

Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

sir williamsji thank you dear friend , much love and respect to you, your friend Nardine Sanderson xoxo

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