Sometimes, I look up.
I look at the clouds,
And I know You're around.
Then, I look down.
I look at the grass,
At how it never lasts.
You'll always be,
You'll never tire or leave.
You are unfailing.
Weeds may die,
But it will grow back,
If you let it attack.
Give me strength, God,
To cut out this sin
That grows from within.
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Book of Poetry
PoezieThis book of poems were created by my best friend from school, she asked me not to say her name :P ... She is SUPER good and I asked her if I could put her poems on here so ... Here they are! I hope you enjoy! :)
