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My Rescue

By , Eaton, CO

Small was the tear,
but it all fell down
Brown was the mud
that held me aground
Darkness asked to be my friend,
and sin asked me to let it in
Sweet words of poison were used,
they did not seem to want to abuse
But cunning they were,
and dark were their ways,
they urged longer and longer to stay
Death lay in wait,
for I had taken the bait,
and so it seemed that night was my fate
But I found hope,
found a refuge in You,
Light had been my rescue




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