Run to me, I'll hold you close, curing your hearts ache with my tender knowing touch, I'll sew us every break, memories and scars fade, like the end of the day when my love my love is planted there, and the pain is washed away. I am your prince of peace, the lover of your soul, let me in. I'll mend your heart, my love will make you whole.
Luke 4:18
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