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Monday, April 05, 2010 @ 7:04 AM

Are we happy plastic people, under shiny plastic steeples.
With walls around our weakness and smiles to hide our pain.
But if the invitation's open to every heart that has been broken..
Maybe then we close the curtain, on our stained glass masquerade.
Now tears of joy fall like rain, they seem to wash away every fear.
You feel God's presence so very near.
Somehow you know that you're not the same.
Everyone think I'm happy, fooling them was easy.
But Lord You reached out to me.
Now i know, Your love for me.
With You i am free.
Whether in dark or light.. I cannot hide from.. You.
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BAOC TOMORROW, CRASHING @ CLARRISA'S.
BE BACK BY FRIDAY.
SURPRISE ME WITH THE UNEXPECTED.
MAJESTIC MACEDONIANS!
WuhOoOOOoooOOO.