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I Was a Witness
Giving up on it all
 Tired of crying
 So dreamed away holding my doll
 
 Awake from deep sleep
 Facing my destiny
 Drowning in the ocean deep
 
 Feeling more alive than ever
 No pain of fear, just warmth
 In the rain, drenched, so much better
 
 What was this clean, worry free feeling?
 Someone whispers "No more guilt from sin. No more lying, hatred, anger, or stealing.
 
 I close my eyes to take in the relief.
 Feeling someone take my hand
 I look to see this mystery
 Who I see is beyond belief.
 
 I knew it was Jesus before me
 Telling me my sins were washed away
 And that there was much more for me to see.
 
 And suddenly Jesus turned and stared into the depth of me.
 Wonders filled my nose and sight. My eyes opened to pure beauty.
 Every type of flower there possibly could be.
 
 He was looking deep in my eyes, all the way to my heart,
 Letting my know what I thought not true.
 "Your beauty is beyond these flowers you are seeing."
 
 "The flowers envy you."
 He took my hand 
 And a knife was stabbed through.
 
 The pain so deep inside
 I stared into a globe
 Jesus watching from behind
 
 A world full of suicide, murder,
 hatred, sickness, 
 Families being destroyed!
 
 Deep cries for help,
 I was a witness.
 
 Jesus takes my hand and reaches in.
 I find myself in front of a lost and broken woman, knowing to pray for her while holding her hand.
 
 I'm back by His side.
 He says I know what I need to do,
 Just let Him be my guide.
 
 I awake new
 Not useless and ugly.
 So much to do.
 
 Cries for help
 Miracles to happen
 And people to have the faith in knowing that they can.
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