Here again, in this rehabilitation process I don't deserve your patience for.
Wash me out;
make me new.
I don't want to be afraid anymore.
I want to know that what I do is built upon truth and that you could use me.
Because I trust you. You've shaken me & you have me taken by the immeasurable measures you go to, in which you continue to prove your love for me. Regardless.
Life ain't gonna get any better. You are.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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