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Hesed, Emev

Hesed,Emev.

By grace and truth, I live.

Jesus came for those who messed up.

Not for the rich, the abundance or such.

Sometimes I sit alone.

Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.

He turns around and makes me think.

What does this soul wants and can bring?

When I lean not on grace and truth,

but on my weakness and doubts.

That's where I fall, six feet down.

But as I sat with many in church today.

My pastor spoke of truth and grace.

Hesed,Emev.

Lord, I live.

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sherilyn-tan
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Published
Nov 15, 2011
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