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Hand to hand. A piece of your heart Give to the last The first piece recieved back Swallowed by poison Raging and bubbling Words roared and shackles locked. The piece darkens the rest of your heart As you bow helpless And anger rolls off in waves. A Stanger leans over Offering his whole heart. As you take it and listen, The darkness shrinks away. You pray for forgiveness, The shackles break. Your free now. You allow you heart to accept the light. Hope rushes in. You hand a piece of your heart. You speak of hope in the light And of this stranger in your testimony. As a new lost person accepts the seed of your heart Allowing it to flourish To grow. Their shackles break. The light The hope And in the stranger Named Jesus, They are hope
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Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC
The Giving of Hope
Hand to hand. A piece of your heart Give to the last The first piece recieved back Swallowed by poison Raging and bubbling Words roared and shackles locked. The piece darkens the rest of your heart As you bow helpless And anger rolls off in waves. A Stanger leans over Offering his whole heart. As you take it and listen, The darkness shrinks away. You pray for forgiveness, The shackles break. Your free now. You allow you heart to accept the light. Hope rushes in. You hand a piece of your heart. You speak of hope in the light And of this stranger in your testimony. As a new lost person accepts the seed of your heart Allowing it to flourish To grow. Their shackles break. The light The hope And in the stranger Named Jesus, They are hope
EliMay
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Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 8:12 PM UTC
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