Somehow
I found my way
out of that shell.
You'd think losing comfort
would render one speechless,
But no, praise God!,
it's the peace that's deafening,
hope shouting existance into fragile lives!
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Somehow I found my way out of that shell. You'd think losing comfort would render one speechless,
But no, praise God!,
it's the peace that's deafening,
hope shouting existance into fragile lives!
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