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The Book On the back of a shelf all yellowed with age. Lays a dusty old book that's missing a page. It's read by so many with well measured pause. It's a plan for our lives, with humanity's laws. A powerful collection of proverbs and verse. A formula for life of which we do thirst. It's binding contains great stories of faith. A book teaching love with no need for hate. Now every so often when we feel alone. We will open this book for the answers shown. Seeking solace within and comfort it gives. Searching for the answers, the reasons we live. The page that is missing, not missing at all. We look to ourselves for the page with God's call. If your days are filled with hatred and rage. Try a dusty old book, that's missing a page.
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