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as you look at my profile,
what do you see.
do you see the light in me.
or do you see peace in me.
or do you see jesus walking in me.
can you see my pain 'that drive me in sain.
and some times' takes over me.
do you the smile' on my face, is it of grace .
or is it because 'i'm hideing my shaime.
do i look like i'm a young man,in your eyes of 33
if i told you ,i'm realy 48 would you believe me.
i see so much of life .
and death .some time it push me over the line.
i lelt the toush of gods hand
and i still live in his land.
yes, some times it hard to go on.
day by day.
but i get up.
just like you.
and go on his mighty way.
but sometimes i want to give up.
and go home to be with my lord and savior,and king.
but i stop and think.
is it for me to say.
i stop in look in your eyes that look back at me
with that smile of happieness that you give me.
and this is what i see .
my wife ,my children who still love me.
you keep me going on with my life.
this life it's for me.
i still ask god' why do i try.
and he show's me
you


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