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My love is my salvation, I shall not want. She maketh me to lie down in sweet seclusion she bathes my head with cool water restoring my broken mind: She layeth her hands upon me, taking from me my pain my ache and thou I reside within the darkness of my troubled thoughts I will fear not the dark for she is with me. Her eyes and her smile they comfort me Through her words am I cleansed of my daemons she anoints my brow with kisses as my eyes runneth over. Surely I am blessed to have such a friend as she in this my turmoiled life and I shall stand before my Lord and attest our friendship forever.
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 6:50 AM UTC
Psalm 23 Revised Through Pained Eyes
My love is my salvation, I shall not want. She maketh me to lie down in sweet seclusion she bathes my head with cool water restoring my broken mind: She layeth her hands upon me, taking from me my pain my ache and thou I reside within the darkness of my troubled thoughts I will fear not the dark for she is with me. Her eyes and her smile they comfort me Through her words am I cleansed of my daemons she anoints my brow with kisses as my eyes runneth over. Surely I am blessed to have such a friend as she in this my turmoiled life and I shall stand before my Lord and attest our friendship forever.
To Lily MAE my friend and faith healer whom comforted me last night when the darkness took a hold. Thanks xox
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Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 6:50 AM UTC
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