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Power

A man's power
Comes from the God he serves
In that hour
Peace is as he deserves

Short high towers
Who see themselves as gods
Less for covers
Life's pain after pride parts

What recovers
When hope abides for sure
Joys reinforced
A name that will endure

Borrowed power
Fools who proclaim self will
Stuck on sour
Who's butts are braced for feel

Peace the giver
And Almighty His name
The deceiver
But for worship his game

A man's power
Comes from the God he serves
In that hour
Peace is as he deserves

We discover
Only when life is done
Who's the power
When breath is on the run!

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Tony Taylor

You are SO talented my friend...........this is lovely..........aside from line sixteen .........near sweet perfection.........love you bro!!..........smiles........TĀ  xx

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Nathenial Jones

Tony T'...

...who has the awards...hehehehe...stop that before i start believing you then what will happen to this dude in a hat??? thanks for being You...awesome...now let me look at line 16...smile...nj'

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Nathenial Jones

Tony T'...

...oh my...line 16,,,mercy!!!...thanks...work with me...you know i mean well...smile...nj

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