As I was thinking back,
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back to a day,
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where it was mid-day,
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but the sky was black like midnight.
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Seeing a lifeless body impaled by nails
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suffering at the blast of hell,
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caught my attention cause it looked like a blood bath as I
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looked past and saw a broken man
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soaked in the white hot wrath of God and I asked why.
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I found some answers in His bloody face.
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A face I began to recognize in the background of every instance of my life, I ignored.
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Suddenly sense these spirits flooding, soothing my rude, rude soul.
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Though ruined by the world's view,
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He wooed me,
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though crude and without a clue and
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screwed up out of my mind
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He pursued me a¢æ?til He made me holy.
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Whole.
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The Breaker's Encounter
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| For Today |
