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[aid] => mick
[title] => The calling
[time] => 2013-07-04 17:36:47
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I've heard You calling me,
for a long time.
But oh my, why should I heath the call?
Me so troubled and struck down,
feeling like a clown.
Still i've heard Your voice,
troughout the years.
You just would not give up.
And yes here I am,
amidst the debri.
The broken shattered pieces.
Mending a bit, would it ever be a hit,
in this world so torn and hellbent.
And You whispered: Let Me whorry
about that. I have a plan, and you're
a part of it.
Maybe you did not notice,
but you're life is a blessing.
You change the world just by being here.
For presence is all that matters,
so be present in the moment.
And you'll see miracles happen,
each and every day.
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[informant] => Boomvader
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[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => mystical
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