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Created on: July 13, 2008
INTEGRITY
My oldest friend, she will not fudge,
Not disconnect, pretend, misjudge.
Duplicity, it has no place
Her highest plea, to live by grace.
Securely plugged into the Source,
She waits; the Master charts the course.
As Jesus holds the power cords,
This woman's work, he fuels, rewards.
Though storms of stress, in crowded rage
May clatter, crash, to disengage,
No breach of confidence or myth,
Nor necessary ill forthwith
May daunt this darer from her goal,
For she is sure He holds her soul.
His Word is tucked inside her heart
With wondered wisdom to impart.
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