what does it mean to be real?
Where do the begginnings come from that change the end?
Bring new life, o God, to those around me.
Childlike faith holds life in hand, smiling the while. Not too worried about what should be or could be or has been. Scars heal through trust, ideas change in your love. Do something great in me. Bring healing to the broken, and restore the years the insects ate up.
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