Look you're bleeding again,
From the the wounds of the yesteryears.
Your body drenched in blood and tears.
Come to me, then.
I'll stitch them with my love and
I'll bind you with my words.

Don't you weep then!
Whilst you lie in my arms,
The stormy winds ,they will calm.
Don't you fear, for you are home;
I'll caress your bruised hands
And wash your past on sea shore sands.

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Come!
Come paint.
My broken walls.
Add some colour to them.
Place your hands ,throw some life.
And put an end to their strife.
Run your hands as you feel them through,
Listen to them! They sing a song to you.

Come!
Come paint.
My broken walls.
Before they fall apart,
The scars ,the blemishes...
Yes bury them all, with your art.
And then stain every crack with love and care,
With your hands ,these imperfections repair.

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I don't want to hope for tomorrow,
All I want is a little hope for today.
Coz tomorrow will flow and still have it's way.

The storm is raging,
I've got to many holes in my boat.
You tell me to be bold and strong,
'Tomorrow you'll float !'
But I am weak and frail, too tired to sail.
Can't go on further, can I rest?
If not Your will, take away the test.

I have nothing but myself, with no clothes on,
I've to find a home before the break of dawn.
Let me row now, through this valley;
in peace I pray.
Coz tomorrow will flow and still have it's way.

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Oh but today,
A little darker than the day before.
Bend that back,
hold the baggage a little low.
It's a narrow little way,
gather some strength for Today.
Knock.
Knock on that door.

Oh but Tomorrow, will soon be here.
And you'll have nothing more to fear.
Even when your crosses grow bigger,
And the burdens get heavier.
You'll walk through everyday,
Though it's not a fancy broadway.
But you'll walk.
Walk through that door.

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Draw.
Draw lines.
Draw them clear.
Let them remind you of,
the limits you shouldn't cross,
and the coins you shouldn't toss.
Let them remind you of,
Things you have gained
and the ones you've lost.
Let them remind you of,
the times you've failed ,
and the stormy seas you've sailed.
Let them remind you of,
the ones who stayed
and the ones who swayed.

Draw.
Draw lines.
Draw them deep.
Whatever stays is yours to keep.

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If you are ,what you speak
then speak not your feelings,
but the Word of God,
even when you're strong and
even when you're weak!

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And she smells like a bunch of fresh daisies
Even in her eighties!
Dressed in pink like a baby ,
she enters the room ,kissing the sunbeams.
Oh yeah, seems like a day dream!
And throwing her silver hair over my face,
I wake up to her smiling gaze.
I could do this everyday ....
Coz she is my blessing ,she is grace.

And I can say....
That I'm in love with her ,so crazy
Just like when I was in 1940 !
Then I wonder ....
How can something so beautiful capture my heart?
How can something so simple consume my mind?
She's my miracle , she's my all;
She is truly ,truly my kind.

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For Love knows no limit,
she will gently sweep across every nook.
And seep through little cracks ,you never knew.
Disastrous is she.
Bump into her once , the same you will never be.
She will squander your heart ,
trespass those locked chambers and
Unravel your hidden past.
How long will you run?
Can you escape her trap?
She will find her way to you, without a map.
Oh ! But who can fathom her ways?
For even the hardest of hearts are wrecked by her rays.

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Some stories are beautiful,
Just like yours and mine.
Completely incomplete .Still beautiful.
And maybe we both have a story to tell.
Of how we found each other randomly,
in different chapters.
Of how life can be unfair.
Like the poles of the earth ,that can never come together.
Like parallel lines, who can't hold hands forever.

Some stories are beautiful.
Just like yours and mine.
We'll hide them deep withinin our hearts ,
And that's completely fine.

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You can break His heart,
A hundred times or few.
Perhaps you've lost count of it too.
But know that His heart knows no limit,
Because He treasures you within it.

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