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Somebody kept insisting
He would not be denied.
I went and got my suitcase,
And as I packed I cried.
The feeling would not go away.
I knew it had to be.
I just knew I had to go.
There was no stopping me.
She was so thrilled when we walked in,
My family and me,
The very last time I saw her.
She died that week you see.
I am forever thankful
That I listened on that day,
That I didn't ignore Him
When God spoke to me that way.
Joan Zwozdesky lives in Nipawin, Sask.
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