A Broken Man

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By Terry •

My life was complete, Now it is shattered. It's broken shards lie in piles at my feet. The remains of a man, who once thought he had everything; A family, A home, A sense of self worth. Now all that remain are his tears and his memories; A haunted shadow of his former self. No end to the anguish; No end to the suffering. From happiness to sadness in the blink of an eye; The beat of a heart. ©T Fergusson 2005

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October 3, 2009 14:57Reverend Rhonda

Turn unto God, and he shall restore thee; Give unto God, and he shall bless thee; Gather with God, and he will fill thee.

My prayer for a broken man!