April 3, 2009
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I feel as if my life is glass

If washed out by a Higher Being,
I am pure and clean
But if I’m held in the rough hands of the Deceiver,
I will break and fall apart

My life is glass
By each sin I am cracked

But by the love of a Savior
Those cracks have disappeared

I am so fragile
So breakable and destructive

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