I am what is yours
consumed the time away i went with you a dream you gave to me in the night i awoke wiped the grave from my eyes if you could only open and let me sink in your heart kept so tight undone the red ribbon spun around your head and out of my reach...some things just weren't meant to keep
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"what shall I come to the LORD
{And} bow myself before the God on high?
Shall I come to Him with burnt offerings, with yearling calves?
Does the LORD take delight in thousands of rams,
in ten thousand rivers of oil?
Shall I present my firstborn my rebellious acts,
the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
He has told you what is good;
And what does the LORD require of you
But to do justice, to love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God?"
[micah six six through eight]
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