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		<title>The Midnight Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 10:30:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jim Holt</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFl432fv4hU"></a></p> <p>I had the opportunity to share a short poem I recently wrote (3/22) at a park outreach.</p> <p>&#8220;Pain for so long. I wonder why, life can feels this way. For so many years it had been easy to get by, say the right words, smile and look others in the eye. But the [...]]]></description>
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<p>I had the opportunity to share a short poem I recently wrote (3/22) at a  park outreach.</p>
<p>&#8220;Pain for so long. I wonder why, life can feels  this way. For so many years it had been easy to get by, say the right  words, smile and look others in the eye. But the pain I felt went deep  beneath the skin, this was something more than a bruise to the eye from a  nearby kin</p>
<p>God, why do I feel this way? I feel so alone.  Everything I held dear is suddenly gone. I invested everything into  myself and what I own. God please bring it back or let me be gone. I  don&#8217;t deserve your grace; I don&#8217;t deserve your love. If anything call me a  traitor, but not a son. I only commit a percent of my life to you, this  full out surrender, God, I just cannot do. It is nearing midnight and I  cannot go on. Let me go, let me go. I am finding it to difficult to  hold on</p>
<p>I let go and I found that I landed in your arms, for so  many years I thought I had to hang on. God, for so many years I thought I  had to be strong. Looking back, I can see where I went wrong. Thinking  of being mighty and neglecting the wrong. But God a life lived for you,  is not based on works; but the death, resurrection of Jesus Christ who  gave me rebirth. The night is fading and the sun is coming. God I want  to let go, but not to fall away, God I want to let go, but not to fade  away. God I want to let go, and see the day. Father, hold me tight and  lead the way.&#8221;</p>
<p>Poem is based on trust in God, total surrender to  His will and walking in His grace.</p>
<p><a href="http://read.ly/Prov3.5.NIV">Proverbs 3:5-6</a> (NIV) &#8220;Trust  in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.&#8221;</p>
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