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03/12/06
by Kyle Moree
03/12/06
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I am here, you are there

You came here, found me hiding in tears

I kept running, you followed

You never gave up, I did

I threw myself into hell, you caught me before I hit bottom

You spoke, I cried

I died, you took the real pain

You covered me in blood, I stood speechless

I became new, you smiled

"I love you" I said, "I love you always" you said back.


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Jennifer Alexander 24 May 2009
Absolutely beautiful!
Virginia Ganskie 12 Mar 2006
Kyle, you are so right. He never gives up on us. "No one" He said, (not even we, ourself) "can pluck them out of my hand". We cannot even take ourselves out of His hands for His everlasting arms are beneath us and the deep, deep waters shall never overwhelm us. When we pass through the waters, He will be with us.




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