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Today, Lord
From a prison
I did not make,
Great hurt
And deep bitterness,
Behind cell doors
I cannot unlock,
I give you the key
To open my heart
To tear away all offense,
And to heal the empty
flesh left behind.
Thank you, Lord.
I'll be back tomorrow
And the next day
And the day after that
Until I can't remember
Until I forget
...What was I coming to
You for?
Luke 6:27-28 |
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