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Stranger

Stranger

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It was a dark night;

My eyes were weak;

I could see the far sight;

There was no street light.


I had lost my way;

It was 13th a Friday;

What to say?

It was not a good day.


I entered a jungle;

On the stones I stumble;

I met a stranger;

I thought I am in danger.


The stranger was God;

He gave me food and shelter, thanks be to the real Lord



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