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Emotion- 

Joy hangs on ever so close and wants to attack itself, like a magnet, when u reach up and sadness is the grab bag of the day.

They will be done, feel the energy, the excitement, the safety, 

 I don't know what to pray for, in  givenmes and spiritual pride

I see the gifts of words to comfort, as loss is all around me and I am called.....

I see the gift to be with myself and I feel into peace love happiness........

I feel I can not ask for what I can not really know is my way, I pray for knowledge‎ 

I PRAY TO Carry in my backpack only what christ carried.

Love, kindness, caring, offering, healing, giving, touch.......

"Son of david" they cried, ‎the blind, the sick, the untouchables, he touched. I pray to service so many

And be held and loved the same.

-kmg