Cold was my soul Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me A rose in the rain
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Gratitude
I don't deserve your praise but having the privilege of picking your words ripe and ready when I need them to be the moment healing or urgent escape on my behalf is desired required handing me the keys to my own Eden at the most crucial of times makes me thank Him for you finding me
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