selfjourney
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But there is a time when all stands still.
The ticking tocking hands begin to freeze
Her heart, steadily begins to beat
Motion meets defeat, as her reasoning comfortably takes the back seat
Faith... Grace... Mercy... Salvation... Redemption...
I am told that I have these things.
I am told that these things are given.
Free. Free of charge to me.
