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    Author: blackdemigod13
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    dotsGone in the Nightdots
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    Do you ever wonder why a child is taken in the middle of the night?
    Or why a life slips away before it has the chance to fight?
    It isn’t cruelty, with which these precious angels disappear,
    But rather they couldn’t have been kept safe down here.
    There is a greater purpose for the heartache that is felt,
    Sometimes we have to play the hand we are dealt.
    Though tears feel our eyes and course down our cheeks,
    Jesus is always beside when we feel lost and weak.




    Submitted on 2014-06-02 13:30:37     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      i love the thought of this. i can't agree fully. i do believe in the idea of angels. also faith is a strong medicine. this is a beautiful way of thinking about things. sometimes i think it's just tradegy, but sometimes it might be something more. who knows. very comforting thought though.
    | Posted on 2014-06-06 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]


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