It's crazy how
sadness is painful.
As I'm feeling it now,
It's more than just my soul.
Did I do this to myself?
Are you the cause?
Could it be something else?
Or nothing at all?
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In your name I humbly pray,
For peace in this world,
And abundance of love today!
We however are not worthy,
And we are never going to be.
For your goodness is unmatched!
Even so we dared to dream,
The most impossible dream-
Of loving the way that You do.
But we were destined to stumble,
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How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
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Rhyme and reason,
sound and sense,
a proffered hand
as recompense.
A dash of yin,
a pinch of yang,
now mix it together
the children sang.
Life and death,
love and hate,
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Please remember who I am. Please remember that no matter how much time passes you will always be my person. Never forget that. Never forget me. Never forget we.
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It's him Lord and he has done it again!
Why can't he just stop and learn to refrain?
He wants me to forgive him once more
but he's done it too many times before!
Just how many more times must I be nice?
For I've already forgiven him twice!
'Seventy seven times and more,’ You say,
if I wish to follow the Jesus Way!
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Because of Jesus I go free.
because He suffered there for me.
Because He stayed and did not run .
Because He said 'God's will be done.'
My transgressions on Him were laid
and lash by lash my debts He paid.
Blow by blow for each iniquity
as they nailed Him there upon the tree.
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How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.
......
Find the one thing that boils the blood in you
and let it keep you warm in the coldness of nights,
Should the passion be love,
let it not be the kind of infantile love that you seek
to save you from victim-hood,
And let not your blood boil from a buffoon's competition,
or envy,
or a hypocrisy of your detriment,
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Rhyme and reason,
sound and sense,
a proffered hand
as recompense.
A dash of yin,
a pinch of yang,
now mix it together
the children sang.
Life and death,
love and hate,
......