Her Hearts On a Wild Ride

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Praying all the way up muddy hills
Only to gasp all the way back down
She knows she’s not in Kansas anymore
As she peers through the old windows
With broken panes and neglected paint
It’s worth being taught such things now
The spirit carries her heart on a wild ride
What was once old now hosts the new
She’ll see the church grow from the inside

— Brazil 2011

 

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