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She screamed her lover's name begging Him to set her free, Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call. Smoke and fire and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan. The fire raged to find another living home. It found it's home inside of me Oh but the flames have learned  to not be seen And I call His name to  rescue me              but                   He                      doesn't hear me. What if I 'd had a vision Led an army off to war Would you list to my cries then Would you settle up the score? See I'm just woman Nothing beautiful to see Jesus tell me what the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
What the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.
She screamed her lover's name begging Him to set her free, Oh and Jesus took her home when He heard her call. Smoke and fire and ash and tears they disappeared for Joan. The fire raged to find another living home. It found it's home inside of me Oh but the flames have learned  to not be seen And I call His name to  rescue me              but                   He                      doesn't hear me. What if I 'd had a vision Led an army off to war Would you list to my cries then Would you settle up the score? See I'm just woman Nothing beautiful to see Jesus tell me what the difference is between Joan of Arc and me.
I find and lose my faith over and over. She burned and fire consumed her, my fire is inside. It's taking my life slowly. Her last word was "Jesus" and he set her free. I cry out but he doesn't hear me, that's the difference.
#pain#invisible#unseen#syndrome#lupus#chronic#fibromyalgia#crps#rsd
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
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