February 12, 2009
By Elisha Millsom SILVER, Yarmouth, Other
Elisha Millsom SILVER, Yarmouth, Other
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Someday I'd be something
Someday I'd make you proud of me
Someday you'd see the pain in my eyes
Someday I'll be the one to leave
Someday I'll break out of this hell

One day I saw His blood shed for me

Did you even notice something wrong
Did you see the scars you caused, that I caused
They are deep. Deeper than ever possible to heal, forgive or death itself

You and I would be dead but He lives
Did you hear me
He lives

He makes oceans from the rain
He makes all things beautiful
He made me, you, your brother

Why go on hating
When He's already forgiven you

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