Flipping through my books, I see your picture again.Memories of the times you kept me happy and the times I've gotten you in trouble just came back on replay.Nothing much happened but I remembered confessions.Your sweet voice I would love to hear once I got home,I dailed your number over and over.Talk for hours I loved,I lay in bed watching stars.Watching you and I danced.It's all in the past, recorded and embraced, playing like a sweet melody.
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you..." Jeremiah 29: 11-14a
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