won't you look down upon me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
my body's aching and my time is at hand
and I won't make it any other way
-jt-
this life has shown me how we're mended and how we're torn
how it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free
sometimes my ground was stoney
and sometimes covered up with thorns
and only You could make it what it had to be
-rich-
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
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