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Month: September 2017


    This life a river, running fast O’er my heart, a calloused stone. Troubles seem like waters, vast Rushing with the goal to hone.  ~ Wake me up, let waters flow. Move me so that I give in. Use this river and do show Where I stray and where I sin.  ~ Mold my cold and stony heart Into the shape you have it be. I know pain will have a part For my heart to be set free.  ~ Put in me, o God, your heart. Help me… Read more River