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Aug 2015
Sometimes I think
You won't want to hear
What I think
What thoughts are near
And then I lean
into your heart
and let your love
wash light into what once was dark.

And this is where we all belong.
Singing out our worries in the form of song.
Spilling out our secrets, not because he wants to know
But because it brings Him into somewhere
we weren't allowing Him to go.
Jennifer Weiss
Written by
Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
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