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As I wander down these shores, prayers unanswered in my head. I try to see His will for me, but all I hear is His sweet silence.
Twenty-two years old, deep in in thought. Will I ever find the one? Each time that I think I am near, I back away and run in fear.
Here in autumn the leaves full bloom. Trees so faithful to His plan. He's so creative--displays His art. Lord I'm your canvas, paint on me.
Here my beloved son, I stant by your side.
Why do you look so hard for what you already have?
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