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MY ISLAND’S SAND
- Walking
in the black of night
- Not even a single light,
- My heart was all alone
- Nowhere to call home
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- Thousands
of miles in a foreign land
- So far away from my Island’s sand,
- Why did they send me this way?
- Am I here to stay?
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- Up
ahead dim lights streak
- From the outside I take a peek,
- A handful of people clapping hands
- Tired I am, I cannot stand
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- Into
the Church I sat at the back
- The Preacher went silent, dead in his track
- People turned looking at me
- Perhaps my face said misery
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- Son,
big or small whatever your troubles may be
- God is at your rescue, the Preacher said to me
- Painfully sobbing eyes filled with tears
- From that moment I knew, God placated my fears!
