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| FEELING LOW DOWN BLUES |
| GENTLE BREEZES BLOWING BY MY WINDOW AS I SIT AND CONTEMPLATE THE DAY, THE FRAGRANCE OF THE GARDENIAS BELOW ARE WAFTING IN THE SCREEN MY WAY. IF I COULD JUST SIT HERE AND DREAM OF FAR AWAY PLACES, ONE DAY TO GO, AWAY FROM THE ROUTINE AND SCHEME THAT MAKES UP MY DAYS OF WOE. I WISH I HAD WINGS TO SPREAD WIDE AND JUST FLOAT FROM THE HIGHEST PLACE DRIFTING LIKE SNOW ACROSS THE DIVIDE GENTLY FALLING, FALLING FROM SPACE MY THOUGHTS ARE LIKE AIR SO LIGHT GENTLY GLIDING ALONG WITH THE BREEZE GETTING LOST IN THE SPIRAL OF FLIGHT FARTHER AWAY, AWAY WITH THESE. MEMORIES OF TIMES WITH WORK TO DO JUMP RIGHT IN, GET IT DONE ON TIME WHERE HAVE THEY GONE, FEELINGS OF YOUTH ALL GONE DOWN HILL LIKE MY SENSE OF RHYME |
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| DAILY STRUGGLES WITH SUCH LITTLE TASKS WHY MUST I BE ALL STIFF YET, FLEXIBLE GIVING MY BEST TO WHAT WILL LAST AFRAID NOT OF BEING EXPENDABLE. TO BE OF NON USE IS ALWAYS A FEAR WHO WILL REPLACE ME, WHEN I'M GONE BUT IT WON'T MATTER A BIT MY DEAR BECAUSE YOU WILL ALREADY BE HOME. NO NEED FOR WORRY ABOUT DAILY WOES, JESUS WILL BE THERE BESIDE YOU ALL WILL BE PEACE, ALL ELSE WILL GO HOME AT LAST, AWAY WITH THE BLUES. Written by Shirley Barr July 22, 2004 All Rights Reserved Colossians 1 : 11 ~ 14 ~ Strengthened with all might, according, to His glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness; giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light. who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of His dear Son: In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins. |
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