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  • Is this emptiness I feel
    with no response beyond the day
    observing only what is real
    the clouds, the birds, the trees
    the plants that yield
    flower, fruit, and seed
    is this really time I steal
    from others, from a life
    confused, pursuing some ideal
    of wealth, renown, or power
    hoping to conceal
    the emptiness within


    Lay not that sin upon my door, oh Lord
    My heart, my life, my soul are yours
    Correct me daily, teach me in thy way,
    that I will be beside you on that day

    Protect me from the evil of this world
    Delight me in the wisdom of your word
    Let me become the messenger of love,
    with angels, guide my footsteps from above.

    Each morning, let me know that you are here.
    Each moment, Lord, restore me from my fear.
    With every thought and every word, I pray
    give voice to me so I will know to say...

    The words which you have given me to share
    The blessings to show man how much you care.

    ~Fred~
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