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Comfort by Terry Rutledge Dear Jesus: Now days when I think of you, I think of all I've missed. Things in this world I thought were true, to them I raise my fist. Those times and places I went wrong, I regret them to this day. I dwelt on them all day long, 'til I was shown the way. I still sit back and think of them, but this time not so much. Now i know my faith's a gem, with you I feel in touch. You helped me to discover life, in a different way. Now I don't look at strife, not like yesterday. Every problem, every one, is as tiny as a flea. Just knowing you're God's son, seems to comfort me. Your faithful servant Terry Rutledge |