Oh Marilyn, Marilyn, Marilyn...
Please Daddy, please sew this broken sack up, fill it and refine it.
Setting off, not turning back, looking forward, focusing, clinging on tightly, submitting.
"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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