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The set of footprints that I see
leaves me to question my own belief;
About someone who cared about me
in a time, filled with so much grief.

When I was in inevitable pain
Who was there for me?
Only you, but you'd never complain;
Thank God, I look to thee
For my comfort, to not become insane.

My life has been in a circle of patterns
Unlike the times, I had little or relief
As I climbed up the latern,
Of unfornate events alone with other's grief;
It seemed that some stuff didn't matter.

All that counted, that I had someone to hold my hand
Filled with an overflow of an abundance of grace;
When I was lost in the middle of an uncrossed, promise land
And a miracle beyond what others could have courage to face.

angellica marie shackelford

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