by MrPostman

I walked alone in the darkness
But You were there to comfort
I stumbled in the inky black night
But You were there to hold your light
I fell upon the cold, hard ground
But You were there to pick me up

Why? I want to know why You were there
Why were You willing to fight my darkness?
Why did You take the time to carry me?

"Love," You answered "Love comforts
Love lights a dark path
Love holds the hurting
Besides, you'd do the same for me."

MrPostman lives in Michigan. If you'd like to get ahold of him, send email to MrPostman@notme.com

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