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Here’s the church, here’s the steeple. Open the door and see all the people. Slam it shut. Shatter the glass. Because it feels this too won’t pass. Please just wait; see it through Then you’ll realize, every little thing you do. All that you are is all that we do, our time is best utilized serving as glue. Pick up your cross, but have no fright, because I know there will always be a light. It may seem obtuse, but your sight will shift. Only then can you make good use of his precious gift. Dare to try. Intuition is keen. Trust in yourself. Create beauty from a sorrowful scene. And when the time is right to reflect on your life, I hope you can say you’ve been stained through the power of strife. mKp (3/3)
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Restored Glass
Here’s the church, here’s the steeple. Open the door and see all the people. Slam it shut. Shatter the glass. Because it feels this too won’t pass. Please just wait; see it through Then you’ll realize, every little thing you do. All that you are is all that we do, our time is best utilized serving as glue. Pick up your cross, but have no fright, because I know there will always be a light. It may seem obtuse, but your sight will shift. Only then can you make good use of his precious gift. Dare to try. Intuition is keen. Trust in yourself. Create beauty from a sorrowful scene. And when the time is right to reflect on your life, I hope you can say you’ve been stained through the power of strife. mKp (3/3)
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stone-the-bear
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
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