CAMP
A place of friends, a place of God,
In Eastern Maine, or in Cape Cod,
The peace, the joy, the love's the same,
It's free of guilt, of lies, of shame.
A place where you escape the grief,
And even though it may be brief,
Your soul's renewed, you're filled with peace,
And all your troubles seem to cease.
Memories made that you'll forget never,
People that you'll know forever.
The whole time you are staying there,
Everyone around you cares.
They love you, hug you, soothe your pain,
Your connection to God just like a chain.
From the time you come, to the time you leave,
In love, peace, joy, and hope you believe.
written by Liz Smith, Camp Winniaugwamauk 2010
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