ORPHANS FOR THE BRIEFEST TIME

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JOURNAL #29

a tree stands tall

the oceans fair deep

the mountains crane their

white capped eyes

to see the wind wipe

a stray tear away from

GOD'S perfect cheek

for be it that we are

quite truly here

man is at best

an ungrateful wreck

needing much care

by the good shepherd's

mindful keep

as we are all

ORPHANS FOR THE BRIEFEST TIME

in a valley that is so dark and steep

Melissa

(written Feb 6,2004 235am)

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