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Title: FACET Post by: verseode on March 13, 2008, 12:25:37 AM The facets of your past remain In caverns underground Lying idly, gathering dust They do not make a sound Until the day that one escapes And floats up to the top Reminding you of sinful past It's power you can't stop. Like a bad smell lingering It stays with you all day Polluting every waking hour It will not go away You have to choose it's future path Consign it to the bin Get on with your Christian walk You mustn't let it win. |