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Past The Mission...


As I walk past the mission
The place where his word is spoken
Past the mission
Where the flower of youth was stolen
Each time I pass the mission
A reminder of the shame kept hidden
They all flock to the mission
Praying their sin's will be forgiven
Down at the mission
In his name they soiled our children

Michael H. Bodor 9/10
Copyright © 2011

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