I Hope

there are times where it hurts so easy
the touch of the wounded word
against an unbearable sky
those days seem outnumbered
now the way things are
that in each time I’d step to brand karma
my measure came three fold
and I don’t understand a thing
and I almost forget that any day
had been different or that grace
had filled my heart and that love
is real and now I can see, Lord,
once I was blind and now I can
see…I once was blind and now
I can see…


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June 20, 2007
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