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For once
For once I will look and see
the battle starring back at me;
the heavy burden on my heart
that takes the soul and makes it smart.
For who am I justified
to carry the sins I bear;
the enemy inside of me
does not care to share.
The sweetest smile of loving care
ilumes the cellar dark
of grief and spoil, task and toil;
bright memory shade to spark.
With life's gifts given in plenty
or barely passed around.
I look to find the soldier
and love cannot be found.
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Martha Larson
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