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Oct 2012
I'm the breeze and the wind, the comforter and the friend
the blanket that covers your wounds
I'm the writing on the wall, the sighting that you saw
the maker I am the tombs
I'm the leader and the led five thousand eating bread
The seasons and the sands of time
Its the beauty from within running deeper than the skin
turning water into wine
I'm the day that is surrounding
by the night that is abounding
I'm providing sight
not just a guiding light
When you see my hands
Do you feel my might
Inside of all of the youth
I am The Truth
Chris D  Vaughn
Written by
Chris D Vaughn  Dallas ,TX
(Dallas ,TX)   
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   Krysta Conklin
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