Friends? . . .
There are those people from whom I sometimes get the distinct impression that they dislike me greatly but pity me just enough to befriend me at times. Morbid? Of course. But you can't tell me you've never felt it. Lord, help me be a friend!
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.

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