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My Future

Updated on November 6, 2016

The future, a deep dark cloud
Rain, storm or clear away it may.
Clear to no one is the faith at hand
Or the ingredients of a certainty.

God knows best, we alter
And we lay at his altar
We cry, may his will be done.
But in our hands, resides the choice.

Now choice, a simple word
Troubling the calm waters.
A strike at a wrong spot
And all goes down.

But right from wrong, even us know
In us it abide, our conscience it is called
Let it cause us to shiver in dread
When we go in the wrong.

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      joshua777 7 years ago

      This, I like... :))

      Will be following you ;)

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      benny Faye Douglass 7 years ago from Gold Canyon, Arizona

      Thank you for a very nice peom. thank you for sharing it. Godspeed. creativeone59

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      dl53acy 6 years ago from East Texas

      This is a very calming poem fiksy02. I like it! Blessings to you and keep writing because now I'll be following you! :) Stop by and visit me sometime too!

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