Hannah Capps
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2006
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Shattered glass mirrors mine.
Grease stains don’t wash out right.
Many maybes, few fulfill.
Our hands bled cutting stone.
We’ve felt hollow crawling, falling alone.
I see you within me. Your heart is interesting.
Grease stains don’t wash out right.
Many maybes, few fulfill.
Our hands bled cutting stone.
We’ve felt hollow crawling, falling alone.
I see you within me. Your heart is interesting.
