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Dallas Oct 2013
Jesus as you hung with arms outstretched

Even as you were rejected time and time again

Somehow you loved us so much that you would give your life

Unconditional unsurpassed love would win

Sin couldn’t hold you, death had lost its power


Over and over you showed us love

Nailed on a cross between two thieves


Three days later you came back

Hell could not hold you; Heaven rejoiced

Everyone could not believe so easily


Carrying that cross to Calgary I can’t imagine

Ridiculed, beaten, ripped and torn

Our sins you took upon yourself

So that we might have new life; so that we might be:

S**AVED
Crimson Willow Mar 2015
What cruelty is a heart
It beats and breaks and tears us apart,
Love which is ment to mend,
Leads us rather to our end,
I know its selfish but I cant help it,
All my life I looked for love,
My luck that it was found and stolen away,
Doesnt he know!?
One word from his lips and I will crumble,
Every day I wake thinking of him,
Sweet dreams of mine are filled with his voice,
No one gets why I am so sad
They never had love like I had,
Loser me lost it so easy,
Out of my hands it went,
Vearing towards a downward *****,
Entering hell that never ends,
Maybe if I died this pain would end,
Every day my mind thinks,
And we have only been apart a week.
Never will I be okay with it,
Yet I find peace knowing he's happy,
More often I cry alone,
One tear follows another,
Running away from reality seems nice,
Every daydream he's there and loves me again.
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Dallas Feb 2018
Walking through the snow
In a winter wonderland we go
Near to our hearts are family and friends
Treetops look so pure and white
Even in the dark our hearts are light
Rudolph and Frosty we watch on T.V.
Time to slow down for time goes so fast
I really wish that I could make the moment last
Memories of joy and laughter: good times in the year
Evening sky is crystal clear

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