How do we miss it
The first time around?
As if wasn't there
How strange that must sound
Looking right at it
Like it wasn't there
Clues set before us
So handle with care
It's happy to know
Things aren't all lost
When missing the mark
There's must be some cost
Poem #942Idea 5 Nov 2010
5:24 PM Upper Room
4th Pew right side
Keep hoping when things appear to be lost
Staying On The Journey,Susan
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