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Life is boring, Born to super starring. Illuminate. Thangs gotta turn around. Really can't wait. Miracle happens every tym. Culd be our turn. Better life screaming, where it's damn hard to find a gud wife.
Days joy charmed her to merry Never have I found curves and curls spin to glory  Every course of aura sailed to eternity 
I made it through another dayFor once I didn't feel I had to prayEverything in front of me looked so grayBut then I really focused on what I had to sayAnd I could see I had to take it all the way
Is it possible that I do What you do To make me do What I do? I wonder.   Could anyone feel The way I feel
most of her works are serenades to miracles that occur daily.   some of her works are cows will be cows will be cows. named miraculous.    the miracle is
Never Get Nervous, When You Are 'Right' Never Get Hesitate, When You are 'True' Never Show Your Weakness,
I am the small branch that breaks off From the broken tree I am the leaves that gets blown away By the waves in the sea Looking for strength and guidance, I seek- The help of others;
If you were to ask me a year ago, where I thought I'd be. I would say "dead" or "gone" Never would I have  imagined myself here. In this very room, surrounded by  everyone who I hold dear.
A family in my neighborhood... the family situation wasn't good. Parents got divorced, Mother and kids moved out by force. Moved across town, Oldest brother always spotted with a frown.
Jesus cured a blind man who had been blind since the day of his birth.Jesus put clay on his eyes that he made when he spat and mixed the spittle with Earth.
Beatings, bruising, cuts and scars Smiles to hide the pain Wishing on a shooting star That I could fly away   Heartbreak, tears, screams and cries Hidden day by day Covered up with laughter
Oh, Lord what to do? To catch a bolt of lightning Be a miracle!
An expecting mother of any species, carrying an unborn miracle. Living on a small farm in a Southern Oklahoma town, this image is dear to my heart. The first breath in this vast and expasive world,
I really need to be a witness of miracle, I need to see this world as a beautiful tired of this lame games around me I am telling myself that I am created for great things. I really need a hand to hold,
You are my little sister, However, little does not even describe you. You are all the things That are good in this world. You are the laughs Stemming from deep within my belly. You are the smiles
As the night comes on With the moon hanging low Stars glittering in the sky Magic of love comes along   It fills the air with a sweet perfume Where your love surrounds me Wrapped in your arms
I am of flesh I breath sin I keep to myself what lies within   But do express And I'll give you notice When storms draw near I feel their closeness   Love one love all
I've felt you,
After being told I could not bare a child, by God's good grace I was blessed with a miracle. How could this tiny human being be growing inside of me? Oh, how do I wonder?  
   I know I may not be much
  One of Two, Brilliant Miracles             Walk among lands of gold             Live life bold in new and old             Love and see a world with splendor
Alone and afraid and Against all Odds we attested to Our awful phobias.
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