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This is my 30th poem. Some could use a loving editing. Thank you to all who sent in one. |
| You have been there when I was sick, You took away the pain with a gentle touch, no trick. I knew you heard me cry as I lay alone at night. I felt your love at the dawn's morning light. I never even saw your solemn face. But I was aware of your healing grace. Dear Lord I thank you for all you have done for me. For the times I doubted you, I give an apology. |