LANDS
Quiet soft winter way.
Beyond the crested trees.
Hills which speak to me.
Wind that calls to seas.
DAWN
Whispers in quiet dawn.
Suns light a moment long.
Casting beams of golden light.
Waking all, from shadows night.
PASTS
Wayward moment in light.
Beyond our casual song.
Romantic interlude of grace.
Granite walls covered in lace.
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JESUS SAVES
JOE POEWHIT
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