Broken

I extend my hand, my finger toward you. Just a touch of the fringe of your cloak is all I need. Only you can bring wholeness; only you can piece together the brokenness.

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The Promise of Spring

My wounds are deep, yet I pray to you dear Lord to heal these wounds. I am weak, with no strength left, yet I pray to you to revive me, to restore me. The cold overtakes me, it chills me to the bone, yet I praise you for your promise of spring and new life. […]

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