Wandering - Poem for the Rangers
Wandering, but not Lost
Protecting from Death's Frost.
Day, Night, we walk alone
Till all evil is gone.
Sons of Kings and of Men
We search valley and fen.
While all the world sleeps
We stride throughout the deeps.
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God bless,
Joy KingdomWarrior@hotmail.com
http://kingdomWarrior.jlym.com
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
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