Thursday, July 27, 2006


Gently lifting hands to heaven,

softened by the sweetest hush,

a Father sings over his children,

loving them so very much.

More than words could warrant,

deeper than the darkest blue,

more than sacrifice could merit,

Lord, I give my heart to you

Lord search my heart

create in me something clean see flowers in these weeds

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