Unanswered questions,
Thoughts left unfinished,
Words unspoken.
They linger through,
The mind’s endless maze.
Take a left,
Then a right,
Second door.
Locked threshold.
Skeleton key,
Broken within,
The doors blind eye.
Where now,
To go,
"We cry out Lord have mercy,Send us out to the poor and hurting,Break walls down so Your Spirit can rush in" Donna Stuart - Part of the Solution
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