Sunday, February 12, 2006
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everything feels like crapp.
i miss jac.
dear lord, you know every worry in every mind. you know how much we need you.
dear lord, please be merciful on thy child. You know more than anything, sch is one thing that all of us place above wealth and status. you know how sch is impt to us, once we cant make it anywhere.
DEAR LORD. have grace on us. let my contrite heart rejoice. help us throught all our trials and temptation. help us through the darkest hours, and the pointless seconds. Lord, i, do not deserve anything more than what i got, but please Lord, just bring me to the place you will. Father, that your divine plans will show the world how great you are Lord, as we fall down, and lay our crowns. bless us Father.
Amen