In My Boarded House

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I look out into the world;

I seem so insignificant behind the window.

For just outside my window 

There is space that moves and flows; 

Flows beyond for thousands and thousands of miles.

I am but a small particle in the mix 

I am but a small being in the vastness of the universe, 

Yet Christ has redeemed me.

He salvaged my soul and my future.

I will move into the vastness of eternity

Like water flows in a waterfall!

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