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Sometimes our shattered souls are knitted together in the Spirit's womb, and God's eyes see our unformed being - souls in need of repair, in need of Truth that grew in a womb once.

Bent Iron, Broken Steel

Where Have You Been?

Through the Keyhole

Know Your Place

Beating Life with a Big Stick

Thank You, Lord, for Chinks in the Wall

And Then She...

It Is Enough

Last Will & Testament

The Lost Month

Ashes in a Box

The Long Surrender: The Only Way Is Through

The Going Price of Mockingbirds 


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