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Jun 2013
Some raindrop fell and landed under my eyes.
And many saw them and thought they were tears.
Then suddenly, they just disappeared.

But questions remained from those called them.
Many were a her.
Many were a him.

A person seated in a congregation started to cry.
And many speculated to why?
Except those that felt the Spirit of Him deep inside.
Many were a him.
Many were a her.

At that moment they all felt God love.

A child was born many years ago.
Who presence exist to this very day?
Who life affects us in so many ways?
Except those, who fail to admit the price He paid?

Many were a him.
Many were a her.
And we wonder, if they understand love?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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