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    My Soul Dances at Dawn: A Collection of Poetry
    My Soul Dances at Dawn: A Collection of Poetry
    My Soul Dances at Dawn: A Collection of Poetry
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    My Soul Dances at Dawn: A Collection of Poetry

    By Angela E. McKnight

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    In her first collection of poetry , Angela McKnight lends her voice to faith, love, and justice from her own experiences, inspiring pieces ranging from personal to political prose. My Soul Dances at Dawn is a close look at McKnight's journey through life, love, and faith. Thoughout the volume McKnight explores the power of faith.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateOct 11, 2022
    ISBN9781669836568
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      My Soul Dances at Dawn - Angela E. McKnight

      Copyright © 2022 by Angela E. McKnight.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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      Rev. date: 10/05/2022

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      CONTENTS

      Autumn

      In a Dark Place

      Not Broken By Time

      The Apology

      Storms Pass

      Dreamer

      Guarded Heart

      Gone

      Us

      Love Made Me

      A Painted Smile

      Love

      Legacy

      Muse

      The Disguise

      Let Me Vent

      Baby Girl Blues

      Down South

      Just Love

      Rose

      The Journey

      Yes Lord

      Her Garden

      Broken Pieces

      Forgiveness’s Gift

      His Power

      Gratefully Yours

      Lord I Trust You

      My Release

      Words

      Its Simple

      Not Alone

      Open Heart

      A Riddle

      Awakened

      Trust

      The Shore

      Dawn

      Sweet and Selfless

      Serenity

      I Am

      Treasure

      Charm City

      Fifth-teen Minutes

      Waiting

      Destiny

      Beauty

      Sentimental Journey

      Time

      Execution

      Hope

      Innocent Hearts

      Guilty but Innocent

      Odd Days

      Life

      The Innocent Cry for Freedom

      Waiting for Just Us

      Autumn

      Oh how I love autumn.

      I remember one summer in particular

      I waited in great anticipation

      For the arrival of my favorite season.

      It was the hottest summer ever,

      And to past the time I sat on the stoop.

      I tried to imagine the cool

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