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HOPE AND MERCY so me thin q m ad e me cry.i was so v e ry t ire a l an d l on e fy.m y empty life was crus h in g me . a s m y kn e e s to uched the earth i f e lt a hand o n my sh o u fde r .another hand caugh t my t e a r dr o p s .th e y bo th had naif scais in t h e c e n t e r. a s o ng fille d the air.hope anal me rc y , h o p e a n d me r cy fr om angel lips.He has c o me t o br i n g ho p e an d mercy.i listened a n d b e f ie v e d . fi r y h ar d ed g e s crunbled,the poison b le d o u t . s o me th in g lr a s happening deep insid e . i wa s ch a n g in g i nto something new.His f o v e f if f e d th e s c ar sr cr a cks,lines and dents in my s o u l. i q u l t fi gh ti nq Hin and found the p e a c e th a t ha d e lu d e d me. TO BELIEVE ! , / e a l l h a ve the choice,no one for c e s u s . Lh e s oul tr ap p ^1 1uoi1. on one side , Ch rL s L s t a n d s on th e other.we straalalfe t h e 1 in e . w e c a n cho o se to believe or \re ca n c ro s s ov e r to the d r agon's grip. written

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RED AND BLACK

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i artlved i f o f lo we d t h e v o i c e u n t i l I shaped like a skull.couLd a t a h if l c o l d n ess be dreaning. . . there was a s t lf f h a d t u r n e d sky t h a t q rip pe d t h c a i . r . t h e was though it from blue to black even wet touched my s t i1 1 d a y t i m e . s o n e t h i n g looked at my a n d cheek.i wiped it off up i saw thi s h a n d , it lua s b l o o d . l o o k i n g c r i m s onrstaring ma n h a n g i n 9 , b e a t e n t o \ t i n d had blown through us.the s t ia ig h t e a c h o f us.He died a d ro p o f b l o o d o n t o l a s t b r e a t h created a a s \ re \ , ra tc h e d . H i s vacuum. THE NUMBBRTHREE they say it was 3 nails that held Him. He wa s h el d b y L h e d e a l h q r i p f o r I d a y s a s we ll. ma n y m o r e s a w t h e e m p t y t o m b . tooth marks t h e d a rk a n g e l t h a t h a d l e f t n o t hold Him. c o u l d on each of our hearts p u l f e a l m e cfoser. v o i c e smalf t h e s t if l p r o d d i n g ' s o m e thing from i n o lo n g er n e e d e d m e t o f o c u s c a u s e d d e e p h rit h i n m y s p i r i t rn o re c f e a r l y . i t h i s O n e . t o s e e had PURE LIGHT in s ld e my h e a r t w a s c o l d a n d d a r k . l o v e defined so i always \4rasnever clearly made me fo r s e t t le d something fess.it q o t i t o Chrjst c l o s e r f e e l e mp ty . t h e pierced b e c a m e . i t l i q h t t h e t h e b rig h te r was so me . it e x po s e d l i n e s a n d s c a r s . i t pure.as i saw who i was and the bleak of my soul i became weaker. condition my knees began to bend.


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