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Lost Soul I am like a ghost ship adrift on the sea. With no bearing or heading to guide me. Waves and storms have taken their toll. I have suffered it all without having a goal. Rain and wind these perils I have seen. Thrown me about on this ocean scene. The weather is rough and out of control. Maybe I'll remain adrift another lost soul. Will I drift forever upon this sea of danger? Or be rescued at sea by some stranger? Just in time God lends me His loving help. He shows me the way to rescue my self. BY: Kings
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