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the phone rang middle of the night it was god calling but hung up got the answering machine if only but what could you say anyway ask to do differently unweave one strand of the worlds tapestry undo one space and place in time surrender the whole for one fragile moment but you would say what beauty there was there you would say how precious this thing i lost in the ocean of the world looking for that single drop of water you cling to middle of the night the phone rang for a brief moment it was god calling to say he is sorry but sometimes just cant be some people just catch all the wrong raindrops some people see the rainbows but never get to see the smiles so let me redefine this phrase im sorry for all the calls you missed nothing can prepare you for this journey its only the warmth we find in others that make it bearable and im so sorry you have had so much trouble finding them the phone is ringing its me, not god hoping you were home ill love you till you find the love you were meant to find
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
it wasnt really god calling
the phone rang middle of the night it was god calling but hung up got the answering machine if only but what could you say anyway ask to do differently unweave one strand of the worlds tapestry undo one space and place in time surrender the whole for one fragile moment but you would say what beauty there was there you would say how precious this thing i lost in the ocean of the world looking for that single drop of water you cling to middle of the night the phone rang for a brief moment it was god calling to say he is sorry but sometimes just cant be some people just catch all the wrong raindrops some people see the rainbows but never get to see the smiles so let me redefine this phrase im sorry for all the calls you missed nothing can prepare you for this journey its only the warmth we find in others that make it bearable and im so sorry you have had so much trouble finding them the phone is ringing its me, not god hoping you were home ill love you till you find the love you were meant to find
mark-john-junor-1
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
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