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Array ( [sid] => 47778 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Dangers Of Flight [time] => 2004-05-16 15:29:59 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Come, Lord, and meet me on the ground.
My wings are broken and I'm needing You to mend them.
Your words are a thousand healings,
And Your touch brings me to life.

I am an angel fallen from grace,
Still receiving what I don't deserve.
My intentions to break,
Were meant for Your hands.
Work Your craft on me,
So I can soar again.

My delusions of grandeur have,
Once again brought me to this perfect demise.
I try to justify my faults,
But sometimes it is kindest to be silent.

My sins scarred Your wrists and all of history.
The nails weighed equal to the world.
I still lay these burdens at Your feet,
Admitting that pain is too good for me.
I want to lean against Your breast,
And see the world in Your palms.

A love letter, written in the stars,
Placed by Your hands,
Wipes away the tears,
While I fly by night.

Bliss is a luxury after the fall I took.
Thank you for once again receiving me.
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The Dangers Of Flight

Contributed by savingmarion on Sunday, 16th May 2004 @ 03:29:59 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Come, Lord, and meet me on the ground.
My wings are broken and I'm needing You to mend them.
Your words are a thousand healings,
And Your touch brings me to life.

I am an angel fallen from grace,
Still receiving what I don't deserve.
My intentions to break,
Were meant for Your hands.
Work Your craft on me,
So I can soar again.

My delusions of grandeur have,
Once again brought me to this perfect demise.
I try to justify my faults,
But sometimes it is kindest to be silent.

My sins scarred Your wrists and all of history.
The nails weighed equal to the world.
I still lay these burdens at Your feet,
Admitting that pain is too good for me.
I want to lean against Your breast,
And see the world in Your palms.

A love letter, written in the stars,
Placed by Your hands,
Wipes away the tears,
While I fly by night.

Bliss is a luxury after the fall I took.
Thank you for once again receiving me.




Copyright © savingmarion ... [ 2004-05-16 15:29:59]
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Re: The Dangers Of Flight (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 16th May 2004 @ 04:40:51 PM AEST
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Very good write.
shows the forgiving luv of God.
luv, huggs, faith, hope, peace,
emy


Re: The Dangers Of Flight (User Rating: 1 )
by HellsLibrarian on Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 10:42:55 PM AEST
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My grandmother would love this.


Re: The Dangers Of Flight (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 11:03:34 PM AEST
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lovely.




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