Repair

by

Richard Betts Jr.

I have never been this consumed,
And worn such resentment on my face.
And in our united sense of purpose,
I can feel His hand of constant grace.

Never have we suffered so openly,
And shown the wounds of our despair.
But our sorrow binds us together,
And tomorrow's hope is our repair.

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Why don't you look at Glass
by: Keith Barnes
from: Santa Cruz, CA, US

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