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an aftermath of "Trembled Terror"Rate this Poem
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Resemption
Hello Father, how are you?
My pain and tourment like a bird, just flew
You redeem me in everything new
I love everything that You do
My pain almost kept us apart
I almost didn't desire to know Your heart
I was pricked with a sharp object, like a dart
My life, by You, is now a work of art
I thank you Fathre for all you have done
I boast about being Your son
Dodging a stray bullet from a gun
My love for You is more than ten tons
June 20, 2005
| On April 26th 2007 thethreatIF Said : | |
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this is supposed to be called "Redemption." sorry... |


