Saturday, August 22, 2015

On The Lookout




















I’m always watching for the chance
To rise and shine for Him,
To turn a dark and weary time
Into something less grim.

A chance to bring a smile back to
A face still washed with tears,
Or hold a trembling hand until
It lets go of its fears.

I know I miss too many things,
But now and then I’m there,
Right at the moment when I need

To show someone I care. 

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