Lord, I never had a kind word
once my heart hardened. I know.
But I am weary,
and now I start to understand your flock.
The shade of your hands,
place it over me,
for I am to travel to carry a treasure
and the way feels heavier than ever.
viernes, 26 de julio de 2013
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