Answer - Poem

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Answer

By BushMaid

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She lies awake upon her bed,

A million thoughts race through her head.

Her thoughts enough to fill the sky - 

A billion questions asking "Why?"

Deep down inside, her swirling mind;

Reaching, grasping: trying to find

The answers that she knows are there,

And praying God will show her where.

She turns and tosses in her stead,

Hoping to hear the answers said.

Her silent tears, she starts to cry:

Her breathless prayers voiced with a sigh.

This quest for truth becomes a grind,

She's needing, yearning: peace of mind.

Her ignorance she cannot bear;

And pours her heart out into prayer.

God rests His hand upon her head

And trades her fears for peace instead.

"I'm not a man that I should lie,

My precious daughter, dry your eye.

My truth to you I have assigned:

Seeking, searching: you're sure to find.

For in My Word - I'll show you where -

I AM the Truth, you'll find Me there."

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