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Has finally left it’s toll. I was thrown down in the valley And left there to grow old. The waves of death surround me Taking away my son. While lying in a hospital room Recovering from repairs that were done. I could not see any sunshine in sight The days were dreary and cold, Like the tears I cried from my heart I just cried without control. Someone had to been praying for me For I felt strength I never had. And right there in my valley low Someone knew I was bad. The prayer they prayed reached heaven And reached the throne of grace, And someone just lifted me up and out The valley and that place. It could only have been Jesus my Lord To take such a burden away. And I will always be grateful to him Until my dying day. © Ann Hart August 5, 2006 +++ Isaiah 9:2 The people that walked in darkness Have seen a great light: they that Dwell in the land of the shadow of Death, upon them hath the light shined. +++ |
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