Shout the light across the field
Chase away the smoke stains and tears
Run screaming and yelling praise and love
Bury your faces to the heavens
Cry out to the cross
Paint your smiles on the faces of the damned
Kiss the lips of the forgotten
Bring beauty where there is pain
Carry the wounded and weary
Forgive the religious and prideful
Wipe the knees of the saints
Give eyes to the blind and suffering
Taste the hunger of the poor
Burn your money
Help a beautiful man
Carry us all
Back to the hill
where he made it right
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- My name is Ross. I am a 22 years old caught in the middle of past and future which is producing these thoughts I have today.
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Ross, so proud of you. :) I'm totally glad we're bloggers together. Yours are so much better, but at least we're doing it together!
Oh, how I love the common ground that wraps itself around us.
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