As good intenders
We draw lines in the sand
Neat black and white bounds
Just in time to watch Grace wash them away
Set free from man-made prisons
To a hope without end
A door that's always open
The light that chases the night away
Its the words we just can't say
Where tears fall in slow motion
Trading our smallness
For something more beautiful than the apparent
So help the broken and the poor
Build beds for the aching and the sore
Stop the bleeding of lonely hearts
Be the love that won't divorce
And Maybe tomorrow will look different than today
Maybe we can find a way
Maybe if we walk His way
Into Hope Without End
No More
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Called into and unto the God who created, redeemed and is perfecting me
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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