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• Artiste: Besieged
• Titre: The Author
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Walking down a gravel road, I met a man who had mirrors in His eyes and words to explain just what it was I saw in there. And He had gifts in His hands. He offered me sight. He offered me bread. He offered me water. He offered me water. Thankful, I gladly indulged without a second thought as to who He rally was. His rough hands and soft eyes, they felt like home - a home I hadn't known in years. And then I saw Him dead, hung up with nails for things I had done. Petrified, I stood, eyes closed, humbled to the point of tears. It will be alright. He will walk again. And this time I will be there with Him, ever thankful.