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AT THE WELL
Contributed by
emystar
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Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 02:19:43 AM in AEST
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Gods breath rustles leaves
making them dance to soothe my soul.
Birds squawk as dangers proceeds.
Protecting her flock is her goal.
At the well your voice echos
your tender love and power.
At the well you still my soul
annointing with your touch this hour.
Off in the distence others roam
doing their own thing.
Yes, she's touchiing Gods throne
as his holy spirit fills her empty tomb.
Clear water rushes in as old
is washed down stream.
Jesus tender mercy is told.
His water is supreme!
He draws beauty from pain
so she can understand others.
Now her heart smiles in rain.
She can teach love one to another.
Copyright © emystar ...
Tuesday, May 21 2002 @ 17:00:17 CDT
Copyright ©
emystar
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2004-03-16 02:19:43]
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Re: AT THE WELL
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by venkat on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 02:30:54 AM AEST
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"He draws beauty from pain"..good line. venkat
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Re: AT THE WELL
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by Cynthia on
Tuesday, 23rd March 2004 @ 11:14:21 PM AEST
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| Emy, this is beautiful. Keep penning. *S* Cynthia |
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