There, in the last moments of light,
I turn again to you
Recalling all I’ve done this day
And all I didn’t do.
So many words I left unsaid
And some I should have, too.
I swear each day to walk the walk;
Each day that plan falls through.
I’m broken and I’m flawed, I know,
Thus with each dusk I kneel
And pray that you will, once again,
Touch me that I may heal.
Luke 4:40
At sunset, the people brought to Jesus all who had various kinds of sickness, and laying his hands on each one, he healed them.
At sunset, the people brought to Jesus all who had various kinds of sickness, and laying his hands on each one, he healed them.
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