I Came To Christ In My Early

There Were Times When I Was So Sick Of Talking About The Bible.

The Next Time That Boy Pursues You, He Better Do It Like A Dying Man Looking For Water In A Desert. When It's The Right Guy, You'll Know, Because He'll Cherish You.

A Verse Came To Mind, One That Has Comforted Kari Before. It Was The Shortest Verse In The Bible: Jesus Wept. If He Cried Over Jerusalem, If He Cried Over The Death Of Lazarus, Surely He Was Crying Now Over The Death Of Her Dreams, The Death Of Her Marriage.

I Tell Of Hearts And Souls And Dances... Butterflies And Second Chances; Desperate Ones And Dreamers Bound, Seeking Life From Barren Ground, Who Suffer On In Earthly Fate The Bitter Pain Of Agony Hate, Might But They Stop And Here Forgive Would Break The Bonds To Breathe And Live And Find That God In Goodness Brings A Chance For Change, The Hope Of Wings To Rest In Him, And Self To Die And So Become A Butterfly.

Three Years? That's A Thousand Tomorrows, Ma'am.