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Out of the dark
My husband titled this "Out of the dark"
Most of my poems and writings are very dark
I do not claim a religion
Ido believe in God and Jesus Christ
My child hood memories are not worth the thought
Not a Mom, a pervert Dad, Just another child sad.
Santa, the Christimas holiday and maybe egg nog
Always knowing the fake of acting to be glad
Time goes on and so did I
So many years of wondering why
I have met a special friend that stood by me
He new my everything, he knew my needs
I did not realize all he did for me
All the love he had, I could not see
I owe him so much, he gave me my life
He died for me, his name is Jesus Christ
This Christmas I will smile on my bended knees
Praising him and giving him thanks
he was there for me, believe he will be there for you
He died for me, he died for you
Through all the darkness
I can see the light
He sees your heart
He hears your cries
Yes, this is DungenDona from me to you
Most of my poems and writings are very dark
I do not claim a religion
Ido believe in God and Jesus Christ
My child hood memories are not worth the thought
Not a Mom, a pervert Dad, Just another child sad.
Santa, the Christimas holiday and maybe egg nog
Always knowing the fake of acting to be glad
Time goes on and so did I
So many years of wondering why
I have met a special friend that stood by me
He new my everything, he knew my needs
I did not realize all he did for me
All the love he had, I could not see
I owe him so much, he gave me my life
He died for me, his name is Jesus Christ
This Christmas I will smile on my bended knees
Praising him and giving him thanks
he was there for me, believe he will be there for you
He died for me, he died for you
Through all the darkness
I can see the light
He sees your heart
He hears your cries
Yes, this is DungenDona from me to you
Published 10th Mar 2014
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2nd Jun 2014 3:47pm
"Always knowing the fake of acting to be glad" This stanza for me speaks of how I still feel sometimes around holidays and special events in my life. A bystander at my own funeral. You have shed some light here. I am glad I read this.
15th Jun 2015 11:12pm
Xmar82
Thank you for your comment. Just a bit of balance for me. I believe to all there is an opposite, dark-light- up-down, so on and on!!! Thanks again....
Thank you for your comment. Just a bit of balance for me. I believe to all there is an opposite, dark-light- up-down, so on and on!!! Thanks again....
