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Aug 06, 2007 09:46

"Who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?
In the quiet heart is hidden sorrow that the eye can’t see."

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ulmassir August 6 2007, 16:23:46 UTC
"Where can I turn for peace? Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole? When with a wounded heart, anger or malice, I draw myself apart, searching my soul? Where, when my aching grows, where, when I languish, where in my need to know, where can I run? Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? Who, who can understand? He is the only One. He answers privately, reaches my reaching in my Gethsemane, savior and friend. Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching. Constant he is and kind, love without end."

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murderslastcrow August 6 2007, 23:35:17 UTC
^w^

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