Last night, I felt God was listening to me in my prayers. I said: God, never mind me but don’t bring sorrow unto the heart of my --! You know how much I love--, God, and I do not want – to suffer. Forgive those who are doing – wrong. Make – happy. Make -- feel the greatness of my love! As for me, oh, God, you can even forget me now! Just so you make my – happy.
And I felt a tug at my heart as I prayed, like soft, caressing fingers fingering my heart.
God was listening to me.
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The moon is low
Stars up above
It’s such a night
To tell you of love
But where were you?
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What’s in a name?
No matter what you call a thorn,
It will always prick.
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