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10 Cards in this Set
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I used to |
Reach up my small hands during Sunday services searching for god |
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Thinking that |
My small hands must just need to try harder, strech farther |
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To touch him |
I would stretch my fingers out so far the dry skin on them would begin to crack |
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I was |
Searching for good and clenching my eyes, I was crying while singing over and over again |
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Trying to press |
My heart into his hands and touch him, all the while wondering what was wrong with my hands |
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I went |
To Christian camp for five summers searching for god |
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Not |
Once did he leave with me, try to be with me when I packed my bags and went home, |
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I sit here |
Singing Bible songs around the campfire trying so hard to grab a hold like hell was fusteration and empty spaces |
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But I kept |
Trying, because every summer that I went to camp, I swore i could almost taste it, like this sweet tip of the TOUNGE sensation, so I closed my eyes and chased it, but time after time it faded. |
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I pray |
To a good that I never found for paitence, how has every other person managaed to find this, why am I the misfit in this situation, when I'm trying, I'm trying so hard, I'm crying, since I was seven I've been singing. |
