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Subject: Re: 12-10-2002 (part 1)

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Lisa

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Date Posted: 11:07:15 12/12/02 Thu
In reply to: Jen 's message, "Re: 12-10-2002 (part 1)" on 17:07:27 12/10/02 Tue

12/9/02
Pray, pray, pray. Can you hear it do you feel it? I don't even know if I understand what's going on, but I feel it. I know it. Pray, pray, pray. Why is it the hardest thing to do right now? Why do I prefer sitting blankly and numbly in front of the tv or computer? Emotionless, useless and ineffective-is this what I am to become? NO! Pray, pray, pray! Do you see the looks on our faces? Can you hear the desperation in our heartbeats as they pound out, "I need you, I need you, I need you"? Do you listen anymore? We wanted more and got lost somewhere along the way. We wanted more and have been scattered and abused. Not your fault daddy, but what happened. Pray, pray, pray. Only you can fix this. Only you can fix me, fix us. Only you can collect us together again, kiss our ow-ies and change the pounding of our hearts from "I need you" to "I know you". Do it daddy. Pray, pray, pray. Over and over again I hear it. Pray, pray, pray. Like the night wind fading ever so slightly and then picking up intensity once more. Pray, pray, pray. Serious, fierce, no longer a whisper or suggestion, but now a shout and a command. Pray, pray, pray. He's promised to take care of me, of everyone. Have I asked? Pray, pray, pray. Tears, sincere, holding nothing back. Exposed, vulnerable, naked with nothing hidden. Only covered by him and his blood, his love for me. Pray, pray, pray. A call to prayer. Will I answer? I must answer.

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