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Standing On The HillShe stands on the hill she's lost her will to live, over looking the rough violent ocean waves below. For many years she suffered through pain, cried so many tears waiting for him. Standing on the hill deciding to end it all, the wind blows through her hair when she looks up at the dark clouds. The clouds part and a ray of sun shines through, she hears a voice she didn't know what to do. It is the Lord "Don't do it my child, he stands over yonder waiting for you." She turns and looks and sees her love there, another life saved by the power of love. Copyright Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2005 I started off with one idea and ended up with something different. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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