Recognition

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem was written when exiting my addiction.

Submitted: August 06, 2008

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Submitted: August 06, 2008

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Although the world is full of fear
And wanderings forever near
Forgive me God for I don't trust
Even though I know I must

Gunshots ring from cars gone by
Fallen bodies as mothers cry
I act as though I do not trust
Forgive me God I know I must

Life's imparities are soon tossed
Eyes aware become crossed
I know why I have little trust
Even though I know I must.

When evil becomes all that's good
Heaven offers little food
God's creation turns to dust
Forgive me Lord I do not trust.

Fear is a killer as Satan has shown

Addiction, a wicked vapor known
Until one witnesses what is just
God is love and that I trust!


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