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Mar 2015
my eyes hazy, my words a slur
my tongue lazy, my sight a blur
my head a buzz, my heart distraught
my voice a hush, my mind a wrought
Come save, quick! Make haste!
From the grave, the blood I taste
No more tears, wounds soon healed
All fears, so soon revealed
my lips are lifted, my brow upright
my spirit gifted, my wings in flight
my soul esteemed, my body behind
my life redeemed, my heart enshrined
Written by
matthew meier  virginia
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