They love me, my friends.
Would they, if they knew?
If they knew how far I'd been,
What I'd done,
How broken I am?
Would they still even like me?
They love me through You,
So I suppose they would,
But I still don't understand
How You can love me.
Monday, 9 June 2008
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I really like these last poems of yours....and I linked to you on my blog. And, while you may not know me by this name, you actually have met me in "real life".
Think: FNA; shared dorm; had the lower bunk on the far left side of the room (the left of those looking in from outside the door).
Hope that explains matters!
God bless you richly in Christ, our One hope,
Anika
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