Pearls Of Poetry. André Cronje

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       4. On My Own

      I’m on my own, but I am not alone. It is crazy I know, but I am at peace. A rushing crowd would tell a different story, as they chase the wind and endless glory. Quietly I watch from the sideline. I used to be that star player. But times have changed, and my world has rearranged. I walked down the street and met a friend. His words were peace and joy, but it cut my heart like a knife. Not till I looked at the cross, and saw God's love, did I know what he meant, when he said, I am born again. Amazing grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I am found, to Christ I belong. I'm no longer alone.