He is not under rock
Nor ground
Nor bridge
He is not in any of the places that I have looked
Nor any of the places I have seen
Maybe I should go for a walk
Maybe I will find Him
As I walk through the park
A wind washes over the leaves in the trees
The sky resembles a sort of picture
You could only see in a dream
The clouds come in
The rain pours out
It was beautiful
The red sky was making everything glisten
As I walked back home
I realized something that I would never forget
Today is the day that I found God
In me.

 
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