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May 2012
Ah my heart, what have you done?
How much grief, how much sorrow have you spun?
Quiet now
Run to a quiet place
We don't know the answers to the questions we might have to face

Humility and Grace, please will you clothe me
Acceptance make her place like a sweet friend beside me
May truth be the arrow that splits through the apple
On my head be the matter
It won't let me rest
Love's innocent face is marred and debased
Honesty has put it to it's test
Oh no

Come dawn the morrow with the rising of the sun
On a clear blue day when the raining has been done

Honesty held out her hand
Said "Come let me free you,
From all the lies you choose to believe that deceive you.
You convinced yourself well
So you could pretend and deny
Protect and defend all you do and justify."

Come dawnΒ Β the morrow

Ah wisdom am I deaf to your voice?
Where were you when I made the choice?
Now I come to you too late I fear
What is your counsel?
Pray let me hear?
Written by
Julie Grace
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