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"Never forget, to count the blessings..."

Oh it swings low,
that sweet chariot
comin' forth
yet,  it don't
carry me home...

N' I thank god
for I've not won
hope-in  
my desires
to see
the seed full bloom,
the flower I've sown...

For if once
at last,  I lost
the sight I've known

the blessin's grown
so I know then
to thank god...

as that sweet chariot
gon' carry me home...
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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