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 That I might go To some exotic place And raise a chin And raise a heart With Grace And test my steel Against a land and clime And show dark hearts A walk and way sublime. But here I stay Familiar job and street And noisy kids That patter at my feet. Is there some tear Some thirst I’m meant to find? And comfort In the love of Christ? Have I been blind?
taken from the site https://sites.google.com/site/histouchalone/
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Published by Doug Blair
Written by Doug Blair
7 years ago 
