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Friends

April 29, 2010
By OrionsBolt117 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
OrionsBolt117 BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
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I once had friends
I was like a flower that soon would be trampled
I am now alone
Like a scared little girl I cry at nigh
I have no comfort no shelter from the wind
My friends have turned their backs to me
Only the Father remains His hands
Guild the tears down my face as he catches each one
As I cry into the night
He holds my hand
He tells me I’m never alone, that his grace is enough
My shame is no more
My guilt is not mine
When He stretched out his arms He bought my purity
My soul saved from death
Abadan has no victor, for no weapon
Is greater than the blood of the Lamb.


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