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  1. G R A C E

    He began playing the harp and I said, “Jesus, can’t you tell my heart hurts enough?” Snapping cords within his fist until beautiful music starts sounding like our banging doors. It’s like that time I loved you so much I promised to never love you again. Had me begging on my knees looking up asking, “Jesus, you have got to let me be for awhile because my grace isn’t holding up down here right now.” Wondering how many strings we can retether before the whole instrument falls apart and we’ll start praying for a new one. Watch the it pour over The sink to the tiled floor and Ask just one more time if harps Are supposed to sound like falling angels
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