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A Worthwhile Goal

Posted on June 8, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

My spirit yearns for escape. The bonds of flesh burden me. Rivers of habit resist new courses. The streams of my failures have dug deep paths. Now they block any growth. My soul longs to worship a worthwhile goal. Lesser … Continue reading →

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