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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fruit Of The Spirit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Though broken 'neath the weight of grief, <br>The heart beats on in sorrow.<br>It seeks to meet some soon relief<br>But finds none in the morrow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The heart is crushed; it's bruised to tears<br>And cannot sense the reason<br>For life that would but disappear<br>Before it's own due season.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The child who grew next to my heart, <br>Transfused such love and laughter; <br>But soon his young life would depart<br>Ascending the Hereafter.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, Heart, produce your fruit of grief-<br>Much sweeter than the vine.<br>For though you're trampled 'neath the Thief, <br>You're left to pen these lines.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=553651" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You must beat on against the foe<br>For Death must be defeated.<br>Allow your tears of grief to flow<br>Until with Christ we're seated.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jean+Mallette">Jean Mallette</a></strong></div>