Through the sound of a crying nation we are all going down together. We've bened warned. I have sworn. We have walked the rode empty. Expecting nothing more. There is more. There is safety in a time of changing. When one falls we will pick him up. Even lost sheep is a forgiven soul. Seek and he will hold your heart.Knock and no longer will you search for purpose. Death is no longer the end. But instead the beginning of new life. he will draw you near he will make the broken rode clear. He will carry all your tears. And when your falling from the edge he will grab your hand.
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