"Free at last, they took your life. They could not take your pride."


© Kimberly DiSante, 2003-2008

Words are Powerful, Please Handle with Discretion



i know his words
and they’re all just lies.
you are fearfully and wonderfully made
and the wounds he’s left,
worse than broken bones, oh...
but today’s a brand new day.

And the Son is on the horizon
    and the Son so soon shall rise.
Be strong and courageous; stand your ground
    the dark will soon subside.

Posted by Kim on at 07:27pm

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