Poetry

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Lord I am just a little girl, Your hand is clasped in mine, We're walking through the isles of my past and now its time , to open up the boxes, that I hidden long ago, to visit those old places, that I don't want to go.
The boxes of regret and shame, where stacked against the door , we moved away the wreckage, walked out unto the floor. There stood all my secrets, the ones I tried to hide, His love flooded over them, I hung my head and cried.
But now that room is empty, there is nothing left to hide. regret and shame has vanished, there is no need to cry. For he took away my secrets, the deception and the lies, my heart has found its resting place, when I look into His eyes.

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