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m a distance. But I did not listen. Choosing instead to remain silent. To forget the love we once had. To reject the hand of God. To ignore the gift I have been given.</p><p id="5c18">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="0435">If you like this poem, you might also like <b><i>Questions</i></b>.</p><div id="7572" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/questions-aa035e0642a"> <div
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The one request I made of God He did not give me. He broke my heart. And like an angry child, I ran away. The years passed and I heard His voice calling me from a distance. But I did not listen. Choosing instead to remain silent. To forget the love we once had. To reject the hand of God. To ignore the gift I have been given.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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