Give me your hand, it's time. It's time to show new eyes their home.
When fences divide our land, I would catch bullets with my bare hands. And we'll say the one thing everyone should hear: You were meant for amazing things.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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i wish that instead of struggling, i would just embrace God's love and grace.
i can't help but hope for brighter, here in the shadows of letting go. God, may these good intentions be the outline of so much more.
I love how you write. And I think He's going to answer that prayer.
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