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trees
have trunks
some grow tall
animals reside in them
timber
If we loose perception in our life
About Gods provision in our strife
Will the hunger that we feed upon
Be at all sufficient enough?

There's the assurance of our daily needs
That WILL be met-if our heart suCceeds
To become aware that His Hand is in deed
The hand that feeds our daily need

You can turn to Life
You can rely on Luck
You can even deny
That its Him who sees
All of our daily grieves
Yet will it be sufficiently
Enough-in all we aim to seek?

Let this be my quest
To find my provider
In this my search
WhEre my need abide--

In the End...I must rely:

Its where my Soul meets
My Provide!
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
jerely
Always wonder your thought
Beautiful creature from within
Clasps subside your everlasting
Daring glimpse of yours
Exceptionally undying
For you
Gestures with a simple
"Hello"
I could almost faint in my seat.
Jar of my hearts unknowingly 
Killed the happiness
Less than I thought from my
Mouth,
Nothing to speak out but you
Only you that
Pound from my heart to my mind
Questing that you and i will found
Rollercoasters we ride 
Searching
Tilting
Until 
Voice
We almost reach to say wo ai ni
Xiao xiao
You make me crazy
*Zerk!
 Jul 2013 Timothy Brown
jerely
If it's okay with you




Maybe





You



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Sleep




Tight



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June,2013
A woman
Who has been turned into clay,
Eventually dries
And becomes hard, cold and
She won't be molded
Any longer.
Don't throw her
Out the window because
She refuses to take
The shape you
Wish she were.
Decorate her with the
Colors of faithfulness,
Love and acceptance.
She will continue to be
Unmoldable,
But she will take an all new
Shape,
One she is proud of,
And her warmth will
Glow through out the night.
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