Oh where are you
My precious love
That I may draw
Strength from
Your heart
That I might
Feel your power
And tuck me safely
Under your arm
And shelter me
From the evil
In the world
Where are you
My precious love
Can’t you see
It in my eyes
Can’t you hear
My heart beating
Here, look in
My direction
For I am
Waiting for you
Terry Shepherd
05/18/2013
A heart being used as a symbol of love.
Who I am 
[ Smiles ] I LOVE this poem, Terry!
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that is so great to hear! I love your comment!
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Me too.I’m waiting for God too
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He can’t come soon enough
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He is waiting for many to come to salvation
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this is exactly the truth Yoshiko!!!!!!
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Of course, erry
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Of course, Terry
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Heartfelt…. Thank you. I hope he finds you, too much feeling to let it not be shared.
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Thanks Gray, I can hope
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At times, hope is all we have. When you need a hand, don’t be afraid to ask and lean.
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I need a friend, it sounds so simple doesn’t it
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