When I Was a Child
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When I Was a Child

Abba, I miss me so much. I remember what if felt like to be child, I love that child. My imagination, my connection to you, my hope, my dreams, all of my thoughts… my simple joy for the gift of life. I weep a million tears because I can hear that child crying out from...

Safe But Not Free
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Safe But Not Free

How do I even begin to pour out my heart to you, Master of all things. My heart feels so full, my yearning to be near to you is unending. I want more, not because I have earned it, not because I feel even that I deserve it… I want more because my life depends...