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You Are Only a Part

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Man wears his wounds
     like shiny honors of medal
          or hides them away in dark,
And saves his bandages
     in memoriam of such debts
          that some day must be paid.
And what does man get?
     Either way, all that pain
          lives on still deep in them,
Keeping them prisoner,
     pretending to be healed,
          but more dead than alive.
True love has no place
     to put down roots to grow
          when past hurts hold court.
True freedom is the price,
     you are only a part of who
          God has you in mind to be.
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by J Alan R
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