Into a great big world
We face another day
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Clouds may hide the sun
But we still see the way
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Through eyes look for good
Letting go of what is wrong
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So, celebrate this day of life
And sing a hopeful song
HOPEFUL SONG… a poem
Tag: #Humanity
HOPE?
I discovered hope!
Then, I didn’t know what to do with it!
WHERE I AM… a song
I now know that my God loves me
Because he sent you here to free me
You’re the only one to see me where I am
People passing by turn from me
Walking quickly to avoid me
Never ever recognizing where I am
But there is hope on my horizon
Just as sure as the sun is rising
And now I know that there is hope for one more day
(Chorus)
See me, oh see me
Wrap your arms around me
Hold me close to let me know that I’m okay
Free me, oh free me
From the world that never sees me
Help me get back upon my feet and walk away
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When you hit bottom that is all
You find there’s no safe place to fall
So, you just close your eyes and pray that it will end
Losing all hope is way too easy
Can’t I find someone to see me
To open up my eyes and search the world again…
They say there’s love that’s all around us
But I can’t seem to find it here
How do I look through heavy laden eyes of pain
There was a time that I was strong
But now that time is so long gone
Brother won’t you help me find my way again
(Repeat chorus)
See me, oh see me
Wrap your arms around me
Hold me close to let me know that I’m okay
Free me, oh free me
From the world that never sees me
Help me get back upon my feet and walk away
Help me get back upon my feet and walk away
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GUIDING LIGHT… a poem
With flint in hand on this cool Autumn night
I strike a great spark and hope that it’s right
Dried out leaves, twigs and logs for a fire
To keep out the cold in a soul that is dour
And the light of this flame that will burn in the night
Guiding the forgotten and those who took flight
Bringing in all who have lost their way
With blind love and warmth at the end of the day
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Humanity… a poem
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
