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*beems* just got your email stel, THANKS! it really really means a lot, esp. rite now......

Who makes
The sun light up my shadows
When the darkness tries to follow me
Who makes
The air that bring me life
So I can breathe the love that's given to me

Thank you for being an instrument for Him, for 'nagging' that I know you care (",)

You make everything good
Everything wonderful
You grace my days
And heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure
Everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true
It's you

I would put your words here, but only wif your permisssion.
They sound as if you're speaking rite at me
(and it couldn't be anyone else!)

You hung the moon
You placed the stars that shine your love for me
I hope all that I do
Will show reflections of you