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Apr 2016
The longing
inside
when you're
not here
weighs me down
like a cloak
I wear.

Your love
for me,
your gentle will
I have now
found, therefore
I feel
the reality
revealed to me
that when I
was astray
and lost
your compass
led me
to the cross.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
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