free

 I saw the sun rise this morning and thought, 

someday we could be holding hands 

and cheer as we watch the world begin 

And in that brief moment between hope and blindness, 

our lives would be free of sin, 

free of pain and worry, 

free to be as God intended 

... Whole

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