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SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE
Blank slate; a soul erased, imprinted upon by a Creator
At birth and every rebirth, each moment of the day.
Purpose, meshed with our willingness to face His Truth,
Until we are afraid of giving account and that distraction,
Becomes our only game in life...until...the Writer no longer
Inscribes upon our hearts and we are safe, once again from salvation.
The End
Go on to next poem by Mark Edgemon: The
Avenger
Return to: The Works of Mark Edgemon
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God's Creation in Art
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