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How strange it would be
That a shadow should not follow
How odd would it be
That a mirror not reflect

How wrong it would be
If a tree were not to grow
How sad would it be
To lose a man's respect

How strange it would be
That God should free a slave
How odd would it be
A rejection from His prize

How wrong it would be
To refuse the Hand that saves
How sad would it be
To stay a devil in His eyes

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Sometimes when it's hard to keep on going without answers, doubt is that rip in the ocean that tries to drag you down & out, to tear your eyes from Jesus to look at your fate in the waves of despair... 
but Jesus doesn't leave you there to drown beneath the ocean - He grabs your hand, and He says, "Why did you doubt?"

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So I wrote a poem yonks ago with around about 690 words, but because of the length, I think it's more typically called an "epic" rather than a poem. 
I know that there is so much more I could add to it, edit, reword,... but I think it would go on forever if I did that, so I will leave it as it is.

"Holy is the Lord..."

Those four words are so humbling.

It has been awhile...

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