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The time gone by comes not
Those moments held dear by the heart,
Therefore are those days be cherished
With colors of life be furbished.

A tender lad made his day
Molding as the child the clay,
A teenage saw fancy deep,
Deep as the song so sweet,

A youth saw coming up days of work
A journey to make and life thus to embark,
A adolescent saw tiny patter of feet on the room
Children to send school, make them groom.

A dad of dads and a fivesome kids,
Sounds at home, songs and hiss,
Though smile on face and happy good byes
Silent on the yard, lonely days.

Days of old reminds us of time had,
While growing up as a tender lad;
Days of old yet remind of passing moment
When in a rush we did foment.
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To Thee Thy name I repeat
With true language of heartbeat,
In the sleep and before dawn
Yet in the psalm of the morn.

In sadness and sorrow alone not,
I pray Thee with my heart,
But in all moments I falter and go,
So life seems blessed lo!
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I seek in silence day in and day out,
The Lord with carols  and jingles loud,
In every walk I tread I seek the Lord
With true, divine heart.

Yet I falter to see His kingdom come,
I a true son of His tend to become,
And I envision the hereafter in my mind
To ever and ever like sun’s rays shine.

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Songs of this night,
set in the fleeting breeze
In the gathering of shadow
tune the noiseless porch
where I am now
bringing in the joys
of solitude.
Here I dwell in utter mind,
and here I am a free man.
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I left my words to
at the void of mind.
Nothing fills up the emptiness but you. 

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A tender longing of the heart farther deepens,
the passion of gloaming and dark reoccurs and appalls,
I am adrift in the quest of fulfillment.
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A bland, tedious world,
The captive of darkness is the light.
I sway around it’s blind axis.
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I thank God for mercy
For He grants me all sweetness,
He is One of beauty
And I abide by his knowledge more or less.

With His love pure and perfect
His Love that truly infects
This being with his grace
I abide by his knowledge more or less.

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Imagine the heavens vast,
Love may be temporal that does not last,
But love is as that, that is brimmed over with feelings,
With heartfelt, deep, touching and profound inklings.
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Love is soul
Finite though man’s goal
Love is not finite as we are
For it is constant as the star.
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