jazzlover
B.E. Sergeant First Class
It Takes Pressure to Make a Diamond
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Post by jazzlover on Jun 14, 2006 11:53:23 GMT -5
Mind Storms
Storm clouds in my mind Misery drizzles as sorrow’s mist Mental corridors I left behind
The past glory is now sour Bitterness eats my emotions Like a battery losing power
Pain is my friend, awful and blue Prayer is my painkiller God’s Word is faithful and true
Thank you Master for the Mind Storm In the cerebral clouds I see Glory I long to see you in the morn
M.H.S
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