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Edder Senior Member
since 2003-04-02
Posts 671 |
hear this cry for deliverance lift this lifeless soul from depths that hold me breathless without faith it is here in a pit self-dug that truth could not be buried and I falter at the end of a rope I cannot climb… |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"at the end of a rope I cannot climb…" Sometimes we just need a solid hand on the heinie to help us up...  Well done my friend!  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
"from the depths that hold me breathless" I enjoyed that line the most. It's only a tragedy after we bleed. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
very true Susan, well said and this? at the end of a rope I feel like about every other day. |
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