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Redemption by Jim Barlow
Pensive is the mind
In the vacuum of time
When suddenly it hit us.
That four of a kind
Can look sublime
But all it does is collect dust.
You can never find
The lemon or the lime
When all at once it bit us
The razor shined
on the Mercury dime
We’re down, and all around are against us.
You’re falling behind
Begin the climb
It’s steep but don’t let it trip us
Let these words remind,
Remember this rhyme,
Let your heart and soul just lead us.
We were once blind
Til God took our crime
Never was He against us
We seek and we find
We crawl through the grime
Then redemption is there to receive us.
Copyright ©
James Barlow
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