Torn Battered Crushed And swept away   Streams And rivers flow Down my face   I hold Tight The memories   I stand Firm Over the rubble   Of the past   Praises pour  From my lips   Thanksgiving Endless Unceasing   For the future   I live.      

 

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Sunday, December 1, 2013 I am dedicating this to the survivors of Yolanda and the 7.2 magnitude earthquake that hit Bohol. I have been wanting to write something like "Hope" but the words elude me. This came to me during the service.