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Saturday, July 9, 2011


I take my pen in hand as my soul begins to cry
The tears they keep on coming, the well is nearly dry
Its hard to understand, everything that's been said
It should be somewhat comforting but I'm afraid instead

I am wanting to be healed yet my soul is so afraid
Not sure how all my brokenness should be displayed
The answer may seem simple but its difficult too
Letting another in is a painful  thing to do

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