Tuesday, April 27, 2010

ALONE

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He stood upon the highest hill
Feet planted in dark soil
Peering eyes on distant skies
Searching there for God
He gave his heart in selfless love
Did all a man must do
Shared his love in selfless zeal
Was loved in many ways
But not that he could feel;
Loved, adored, admired, praised
He walked alone, through quiet days.
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From Bite Size by GeoE
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