Round and round I ran last night,
     chasing a rabbit always out of reach,
Around a track of guilty dreams,
     wants for needs that should never be;
A night when no sleep would come
     and a finish line I thought I'd never see,
Thank God for morning and for light
     and prayers through all dark to clarity.

Psalm 30:5

        See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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