Writing by the light of the stars or street,

The hard of the ground under my feet.

the Night air breeze is cool and sweet.

Gone is the oppressive sun with its heat.

But there is another barreness that stiffles my soul.

Not the heat or excitement of life, but the cold

For when thrill is over and excitement no more,

All that remains is I, and that, all alone.

But one thing I knew, a long time ago,

I wonder if I still know it now.

God uses those times when we are alone.

All that happens is what God allows.

So, when you are alone and life seems hard,

Please turn to Him with your soul.

He'll be your friend in those times of need.

He'll make you perfectly whole.

by Andrew Grosjean 09-29-95

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