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The simple truth


He is the unseen that sees everything

I was broken beyond scrambled

lost with no way to be found.

scarred with no hope of heeling

until i called his name and suddenly i was found

he is home to the homeless

the door to fufilment peace and joy

hes the path in the jungle of

everyday imorality and detiorating tragedy.

Hes the lifejacket that keeps you above

water.

Hes the stupendous strength that leads and succeeds

All i have to do is belive.

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