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Title: STRESS Post by: verseode on July 27, 2008, 11:26:20 AM What is it like to be aware Of every problem going spare Humanly, you're under stress Spiritually, you are a mess Missing out the vital cog Left to wander in the fog Wondering why life has turned What you are is what you've earned. Help is just a word away Sorry Lord, is what to say Please forgive my aimless walk Can we find the time to talk Fan the embers of your fire He will lift you from the mire Living waters, cleansing dew Back to basics, Him and you. |