You don't see an answer
You don't know why you're here
When you've been every direction
All you want is to disappear
When nothing seems to go right
And you can no longer take the pain
You're capable of handling it yourself
Then your tears fall down like rain
God, all I want is acceptance
All I want is love
All I want is to be held
All I want is a hug
Then God held me in his arms
And said He'll never let go
Just give me all your pain my dear
Trust me and then you'll know
You know just what I'm saying baby girl.
Go make your dreams comes true.
There is so much happiness along this road,
just remember "I Love You"
This is from a girl, who's had the same heartache
And everything in between
I hope you find the true beauty in you
That everyone else can see.
Your friend,
Julie
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- Jules
- This story is about a girl that loves LOVE! Where would we be without it? I love Jesus. I love Dillon. I love dancing. I love the stars. I love singing. I love makeup & stilettos. I love fashion. I love to cook. I love photography. I love cycling, running, swimming, hiking, checking facebook friend status updates, jumping on the trampoline, going to church,I love connecting with other women who have encountered pain as I had, volunteering, watching movies, planting flowers, drawing, sewing, scrapbooking, Versa Spa, Vita-C Serum, Black finger nail polish, perfecting things. I love being totally RaNdOm! TRAVELING!!! I love sinners. I love nonbelievers. Oh the joy it brings inside this heart of mine the reaction they're going to have when they see Jesus face to face! What a party we'll have!
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