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Created on: June 19, 2010
Sitting in the garden of an old church
I feel my shame fall from my eyes
Onto the flowers that hide me.
My repentance makes me shake
My insides swell with the need for forgiveness
Though I do not deserve it.
As I attempt to dry my eyes, I notice
The sun breaking through the clouds overhead
And so gently, I hear You whisper on the wind,
“Once you were lost, now you are found.
I shall never leave you or forsake you.”
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Hear at all.
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I hear a shout.
Don't
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elbows me in the rib.
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Beep
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Beep
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