How strange it is
To see such things
That makes no sense
Yet, still we sing
A glimpse of hope
To make it through
From what's not known
To where there's clues
To guide us through
What's up ahead
God teach us to
Be Spirit lead
Poem # 593
Idea 21 April 2010
6:40 AM
How did I come up with this poem?
I was searching for family information.
Even with no clues I still sing.
Through it all, I pray to be Spirit lead.
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