They've come for different reasons. To get away from it all. For the peace and the quiet, the direction most of all.
She sits silently sobbing. Wishing she knew how to take care of her son and daughter now that he's left them. Looking down at her boy asleep in her lap, tears stream down her face. Later she'll tell her daughter it was because of God's grace.
Angry he sits on the pew staring up at his wife, she stands singing the songs. He wishes he could get up and escape hating this place. Apprearances all too important he puts on a happy face.
Sitting in the back, her hat perfectly in arranged. After over eighty sitting here she feels the peace. Closing her eyes as she prays for her last days.
They all sing the same songs of praise, hear the minister's words and say grace. But what about the meaning of it all? Will any take their experience and live to see His face?
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My words spill out as if I can't control them, yet I think through each in a deliberate manner. I wish I could articulate them better, but this is what I have. This is who I am.
These are the words from my heart.
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