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…”keep oneself unstained from the world.”  James 1:26b

Under the stars, under the sea, under the tree with the red and yellow leaves

Under the wind whistling through the barn, under the moon round – golden and orange

Under their breath, I hear them whisper…living death

Under their stares, I feel sharp pain through glares

Under my hotdog, mustard drops on my new pink shirt and I feel like a hog

Under my stain, beats my heart of pain

Under the pain, my peace.

Unstained. I’m redeemed.

Copyright June 29, 2009, revised April 2, 2014 Kim Crawford

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