A trail of grief though the valley of death,

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

July 3, 2008

From: Gary West
Sent: Thursday, July 03, 2008 1:18 PM
Subject: When dreams die

When dreams die,
And the pain is deep, the shadow long.
When dreams die and hope runs dry as plans expire.
When dreams die and memories fall as tears till all light is gone.
He is here
In the whisper of His voice, in the caress of His people
He is here
In the power of his name and the movement of His spirit
He is here
I need Him.....here

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