My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Monday, April 10, 2017
Pray
My quietness is un sureness
unsure if I should even speak.
Am I wrong to believe?
That there's hope for me.
Lately ....
I've reserved the right to believe
it's to late for me...
uncertain of any resolution I hope
God hears me!
Pray
Bob Jenkens
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