Broken

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Broken Pieces of our lives, laying on the ground, all around. We ask ourselves why? But we have little... or rather few answers. Sometimes we believe we even deserve what we get. It is not true... I tell you. The Lord is real, and he forgives, and loves us, each, one. He knows before we ask, what is required to make us whole. Broken is a choice we make, when we are offered forever, and refuse or deny, because of pride, it is easier to hide. Look up... as the Savior draws near, and is here.

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