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An apology was taken in sweetest form last night. No sweet nothings complemented by roses, simply words. Online in a chat room unpolluted by others, friends reunite. Tested by insensitivity and trusts destroyed, friendship lives. Tomorrow: life will resume and living will interfere with life. Tomorrow: a single glance across the hall. a smile. Oh Friend of the Country man, lend me your care; provide me with safekeeping close to your ear. Let me not be afraid of struggles but grant me courage to face the trouble that thou, in your wisdom has allowed. Forgive me my wrong; may before you I bow and not the idols of my generation's woe. Praise be to thee, oh Master of the Low and honor be thine. Praise to the King of Glory the one who suffered much for me. Let your praises ring beyond my sphere of influence; let me be an instrument, a mirror of your grace. Place me where I can be the woman you desire, the creation you made see. |
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On this page: Apology AcceptedFeburary 25, 2002 Prayer |