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The rolling hills of silent loneliness,
The pure white light of godliness.
The whispering stream of love to be,
The endless fields of joy and glee.
The night sky filled with lulling dreams,
The summer day is not all it seems.
The candle light of relaxation,
The Northern star that gives direction.
The winds of change whirl and blow,
The candle light a dimming glow.
The winds a gust the light goes out,
The heart of fear to scared to shout.
Alone in the dark I though I would stay,
The heart the wind the summer day.
The tickle of a tear caresses my cheek,
I can no longer hear my inner voices speak.
But in the hills an echo of a whisper,
Why should I remain so bitter.
As time goes on so will I,
To live and learn and even cry.
With faith by my side I will take the leap,
I will no longer be the mindless sheep.
By Michael-Kent Dobison
"And so the lion fell in love with the Lamb"
"What a stupid Lamb"
"What a sick, masochistic lion"
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