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Hope

Posted about 8 months by hypnobri416_2953480

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My soul is troubled,
My heart is cold,
I'm trapped in a bubble,
I'm growing old.

My flesh is wasting away,
My bones are felling old,
Lord Jesus please take me away,
Before I turn into mold.

Light comes into my eyes,
I feel young and warm,
I get rid of the lies,
That I was believing since I was born,

God turn my heart of stone,
Into a heart of flesh,
Thank you for being my own,
And getting rid of my mesh. [image:77337 ]

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