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olivia ♥ 250393' Everything I claim mine is yours, not a single thing on Earth did I deserve. The expressions and emotions from the depths of my heart. Take this life, I want to live for you. Let my life be a testimony- that speaks of the things that You've done for me. My life charted out in Your hands, written out before a single day had passed. and novels are my favorite things.
Thursday, October 11, 2007


She saw it all, she knew what tomorrow held.
But she blindfolded herself intentionally with all those yesteryears,
Letting out every bit of light from her world.
And all I could do was watch from afar,
Cos she didn't want me anywhere nearer than a mile.

She threw away her innocence,
She threw away her purity,
like a white carnation left to wither on the street.
It left me to wonder, did she ever regret?
Did she even remember that she'll never have it back?

Then one day, he packed his bags, leaving no word when he left.
She went around sobbing, telling her story.
Hoping to get some pity and maybe a few "I'm sorry".
But did she remember, did she forget?
She had made that choice, she had taken her stand.

Nothing left for me to do, nothing left for me to say.
Now, only God could save.
"Oh Lord, open her eyes, and give her a brand new start."
This was the prayer I prayed,
And the cry of my heart.

Months after months passed.
Still, nothing happened,
And my patience was wearing thin.
Then on the night of Christmas Eve,
I saw her at the altar, kneeling at Your feet.

She whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks,
"All this time, I've turned away,
All this time, I've strayed from Your way.
Bring me back to the cross, where Your love and mercy flows so freely,
Forgive me, would you please?"

Like a prisoner released from all his crimes,
Like a melody to a broken rhyme.
How her joy could arise from agony,
Her penalty, erased from memory,
Undeservingly set free.

Then out of the corner of my eye,
A ray of light streaming through the crack of night.
No more guilt, no more hurt,
No more darkness, no more pain.
Like sunshine after rain.

[7th paragraph adapted from 'The Unreasonable Trade', I wrote the rest. :)]

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She knows, yet she doesn't.
Her hurts and her love,
They fight, inside of her,
Raging through her mind.
As they fight, like a jury,
She just can't sit on the fence.