by Ann BaldwinA camera, takes pictures
The flash, it can blind
In the end, the results
The truth, we will find
Be cautious, to speak
Of the things, that we see
Our views, can differ
And for truth, so it be
To contemplate, our lives
In all, that we've done
We look, in the mirror
With hope, there's a sun
Our eyes, the window
To the soul, that we bear
All of, God's wisdom
We were given, with care.
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