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I look for something more when He's knocking at my door. Grace Around me, in a smile, in a face sometimes in an embrace. Or a song, I sing, maybe a prayer I breath Not Grace but Grace No one looks, nor includes me I feel alone, then lonely. I question wildly why? I want to ask questions, reason and finally understand but I can't. It's cold, I am alone. I look for something more when He's knocking at my door. Grace Calling to my heart when faces leave me and voices silence and the boxes are empty, calling to my heart to a place far apart. Home, calls me to His heart His smile, His arms, His face, His Home, Grace. Allison Ashton ©
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:42 AM UTC
Grace but Not Grace
I look for something more when He's knocking at my door. Grace Around me, in a smile, in a face sometimes in an embrace. Or a song, I sing, maybe a prayer I breath Not Grace but Grace No one looks, nor includes me I feel alone, then lonely. I question wildly why? I want to ask questions, reason and finally understand but I can't. It's cold, I am alone. I look for something more when He's knocking at my door. Grace Calling to my heart when faces leave me and voices silence and the boxes are empty, calling to my heart to a place far apart. Home, calls me to His heart His smile, His arms, His face, His Home, Grace. Allison Ashton ©
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Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:42 AM UTC
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