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Dying to Live
Before I knew You, A ragged trough held the noble young king. There to offer a gift only He could bring. Before I knew You, Emissaries bore epistles of truth. “He offers new essence and heart; dying is proof.” Before I knew You, Maternal tears as wrongly accused. Innocence possessed anguished abuse. Before I knew You, I cried alone, masking for the world each day, Didn’t need anyone, selfishly seeking my own way. Now, I know You, I am free; shackles released. Truth, love, comfort you’ve never ceased. —Sheryl Kurtz OJC Sophomore 
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Funding For This Site Provided In Part By A Title V Grant
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