Poetry

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  1. What will it be like to no longer strive?
    To stop trying, stretching, always seeking?
    In the day that heaven becomes a reality for me, it all stops.
    I will be finished and labor no more.
    There is no way to imagine what that feeling of contentment would be like.
    To be home and safe.
    In the presence of the Lord.

    5-18-12 Brandy Smith

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