Poem: Dwelling on the past, don’t let keep you from moving forward!
Ocean waves
March across my back
Lot I carry
Dwells and attacks
Sand spears my knees
Hands raised high
Pray for a mission
Spirited reply
Should have, could have,
Wish I did
Seagulls plead,
To measure the Lord’s bid
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