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What started as an unknown,
Became a daily event,
From one stranger,
to another,
I could feel those arms,
Spread open and wide,
Drag me in,
And hold me tight,
Never to let go,
When I needed time,
To set me right,
When I was losing my mind,
Not a day goes by,
That I don't pray,
For those outstretched arms,
God had given to me.

June 17/2000