Minds are like parachutes. They only function when they are open. - Sir James Dewar
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Unchained Heart
(c) Joni Zipp
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Veils of pain drape my face
like rain that never ends;
words are lost in the wind
the sorrow that it sends.
The morning dew gives way
to a steam that fills the air
humid days are now a part
of all the dalliance fair.
Intimacy has fled from me
laced throughout the trees
getting snagged on a branch
it dances with the leaves.
My mind is washed in glory
that only God can give.
I sing out praise to his name
as all the while I live.
The hymns I sing rejoin
my soul to all I’ve lost.
Never looking back again
at many paths I’ve crossed.
(c) Joni Zipp
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Veils of pain drape my face
like rain that never ends;
words are lost in the wind
the sorrow that it sends.
The morning dew gives way
to a steam that fills the air
humid days are now a part
of all the dalliance fair.
Intimacy has fled from me
laced throughout the trees
getting snagged on a branch
it dances with the leaves.
My mind is washed in glory
that only God can give.
I sing out praise to his name
as all the while I live.
The hymns I sing rejoin
my soul to all I’ve lost.
Never looking back again
at many paths I’ve crossed.
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