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Nov 2011
a walking contraditcion
healed yet torn apart.
joyful midst the sorrow
with an enlightened, darkened heart.
a staggering, beautiful wreck
restoration in my rubble
clinging tightly in retreat.
awaiting peace in torrent trouble.
laying down, racing on.
finding life in my own end.
freely i’ll bear this cross
it’s for my weakness His strength He’ll lend.
Written by
Christina Grewelle
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   Ann M Johnson
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