All those broken lives weigh heavy the heart.
They knotted ropes that once were strong,
Broke easy with the lies.
When does such deception start?
When once the rope so strong,
Grew fragile in the throng.
The vicinity of hearts so near
Yet walls lie in between,
And that is when it stops.
The love that still exists,
Is hidden by the stone
Friendship dies
Healing = prodigious wait.
Patience is a virtue.
Wait with all the loving heart.
Grow fonder, but never give up.
Jesus didn’t.
He waited so he could die.
For you, for me.
He loved so he could die.
Precious sacrifice
Take that love and make it count
patch the broken rope
slowly, gently, always mending
But-this time be humble.
Pride becomes the lies,
and lies become the death of as all.
Jésus est le chemin, la fin.
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