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POETS CORNER
Time is swiftly passing by,like a comet in the sky,Every minute of the day,brings us further down the way;Narrowing the gap of time and spaceleft before us in the race.Trust no future time or plannor yet confide in mortal man,Live each day as if the last,our 'lotted time will soon be past.The clock of time is winding down;The final bell soon will sound.Before God's throne we'll stand in fearfor all the time we've wasted here.James P. Needham 6/6/75 ,
A FRIEND OF MINEIN THE COOL OF THE DAY I STEAL AWAYTO A PLACE WHERE NO MEN TROD,AND SPEND SOME TIME WITH A FRIEND OF MINE IN THE BIBLE HIS NAME IS GOD.I TALK WITH HIM WHEN THE LIGHT IS DIM,TO OTHERS IT MAY SEEM ODD;UNBURDEN MY SOUL OF MISERY UNTOLDFOR HE IS INDEED MY GOD.WHEN MY HEART IS BROKEN BY GRIEF UNSPOKEN,WHEN LIFE IS A BURDEN TO BEAR,I RETURN AGAIN TO MY FAITHFUL FRIENDFOR HE IS ALWAYS THERE.WHEN I GO WRONG IN THE MADDENING THRONGOF MEN WHO MY FRIEND IGNORE;HE MY FOLLY FORGIVES FOR IN HEAVEN HE LIVES, HOW COULD I ASK FOR MORE?JAMES P NEEDHAM 4/7/75